He cradled her hand--
A heavy gray stone.
Her life was slipping,
Her past flowing like a river from her eyes.
His future ran out of his eyes,
In raindrops from a cloud,
A torturing storm where
Damage is unprecedented.
And yet--
His love was torched by every
Drop of that storm.
Her memories that were once happy
Now tinted by the last memory
She would have--
There was an anger she had never seen.
And as the beeps got slower,
Drawing out longer as she took her last breath,
Those few words
Said
Were not "I love you" but
"May God save you."
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
He cradled her hand--
A heavy gray stone.
Her life was slipping,
Her past flowing like a river from her eyes.
His future ran out of his eyes,
In raindrops from a cloud,
A torturing storm where
Damage is unprecedented.
And yet--
His love was torched by every
Drop of that storm.
Her memories that were once happy
Now tinted by the last memory
She would have--
There was an anger she had never seen.
And as the beeps got slower,
Drawing out longer as she took her last breath,
Those few words
Said
Were not "I love you" but
"May God save you."
