I had to let go,
Happy endings, didn't mean anything anymore,
Ten letters from him, saying goodbye,
I stopped writing after the ninth.
Now here I sat behind a glass,
As memories loomed over him like a cloak,
Strapped by tendrils of death,
He looked the same as he did years go.
He looked different now, but still the same,
Fifteen years in the past, but still held my heart,
Even though I refused to visit,
His love flowed stronger than guilt.
I knew from the start this was wrong,
But I listened to my heart, and we grew strong,
Consequences awaited me at the end,
Like humanity; the heir of the original sin.
The execution chamber remained silent,
But my heart was going through emotional violence,
Memories flashed in my head, of us together,
Interrupted by a voice on the speaker:
"You are permitted to make your final statement."
"Thank you for loving a monster like me"he said
"I don't deserve your love, but if we meet in another life,
it would be a pleasure to die in your arms."
He sighed, a sad sigh, filled with acceptance and peace,
And looked in my eyes and whispered his last emotion,
My head started spinning, as second faded into minutes,
But I had to do this, see him leave the world as a being loved, not hated.
The skin I felt so long before, was pierced by a needle,
the kind of needle we were afraid of as kids,
Several minutes later he took his last breath,
And a part of me died with him.