As the minutes go on,
her body grows cooler above me.
The imprint of the gun in my soft frame
draws a pool of blood,
again losing warmth with time
but growing in size
as her body drains of life.
Her weight above me doubled
when the death of a soul
froze love to stone inside her flesh.
The tears littered on my sheets
have dried up
by the time she’s uncovered,
no trace of the pleas
spoken in the seconds before
her heart stopped beating.