There was a rainbow of droplets
collecting momentarily in air.
So much beauty in discomfort,
not mine that of another, dead.
He was on the gravel, in a sorrowful
position, he was and then was less.
his thoughts collecting on the further
reaches of the rooms décor.
I didn't want to play the role of the
villain, I was the mercy he had needed.
Fading like a flower transparent of
colour himself fading to nothingness.
I was but a consequence his hand was
on the point of no return. I said
"I'll do it from behind so you don't see,
But his head nodded in haste, as tears fell.
I hadn't take a sip all week, I just knelt
before him his finger painting a vivid
moment of thought, captured later in
solidifying crimson metaphors.
We sat there for what seemed eternity.
Stars had faded in the time of these moments
extinguished within his tears, he spoke on word.
"Thank you, an echo then silence, I walked away.