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Bitter End
Crying out to the darkened skies
she looks once again where her love's body lies
and brushes the hair off his pale, cold face
as her heart speeds up, in time's big race.
The tears stream down her cheeks, tender and raw
as the birds, squirrels, and owls all watch her in awe
her hands shaking she tries to wrap them around his own
in hopes of having the warmth replace the cold.
Her chin quivering, her lips turning blue
she cries even more and can't believe that it's true.
Painfully she remembers the hours before now
when he'd held her as they slept with the TV open loud
and the time before that when they'd both been awake
talking of how they were glad their hearts were at stake
for they knew their love would stand bold and true
truer then any love that any ever knew.
And now back in the present she remembers again
how her love's life had come to a bitter end.
She feels for a pulse with just a spark of hope
allowing her to take it all in, to cope,
but shattered suddenly that she feels none
she knows it's for sure, her love, he's gone.
Wiping the tears away from her eyes
she brings her lips to his in a last goodbye
and stands up with her shoulder's squared boldly
walking away from the scene, coldly.
How dare he make her shoot him like this?
when all of it seemed to bring her eternal bliss.
Why couldn't he just accept all the facts,
he loved her, she loved him, now they needed the pact.
But no he thought he was too good for it all
and that's when it all began to take its toll.
He only wanted her for a short give and take
just as all the others who had 'put their hearts at stake'.
Well in her book, there was no such thing
it was kiss, kiss, words then the ring.
What was he doing, her beloved man?
His spirit was around, that she could understand.
Was he mourning the loss of what they could have had
or wondering what had turned it all bad?
She missed him so dearly, that tears clogged her throat
but knew it wasn't healthly to dwell or to dote.
Maybe someday they shall meet again
and not have to face another end,
for mistakes will happen and from them you learn
and this mistake was the last when he was with her.
Coming back, she couldn't help but look at him
his soft face bluish in the light that turned dim
she hugged him close and as tight as she could,
and gave him something she knew that she should.
taking his hand and opening his fingers
was a difficult task but she had to hurry she couldn't linger,
in his palm, she put in the gun
and closed his fingers, got up and began to run.
She ran from the scene, from the house, from the love
and walked through the crowd quickly with a nudge and a shove
and never would she return to him again
till time brought on her own bitter end.
