Autopsy is the ancient Greek word for “I’ll see for myself.”



I remember our gentle yet shy love making
Seeing your sparkly eyes
Eye to eye
As we kissed and couple
In the moonlight
I can find the doom that was coming.

I remember the philosophical yet
Romantic discussions
We had
But the despair of death
Was well hidden behind your
Gentleness and intellect.
I did not know.  

Then you wanted to teach me
Martial arts even though
It’s was against your heart
I saw the sad yet stern look on your gently face
Your tears
As you tought me
I wanted to comfort you
Through coupling
And love.

Now that I see it for my self
That it wasn’t meant to last.
That I now see as I dissect our
Memories with a heavy heart.