The Death
and it dripped through my fingers;
I watched the light leave your eyes.
A breeze ruffled your dark hair as I knelt by your side.
I touched your still lips softly
and they were cold in the morning sun.
Lost forever is your voice in my ear;
gentle hands will cup my breast no more.
Never again will I smell your musky scent
as I lay in your arms,
nor taste the salt of your skin on my tongue.
A wet drop stains my cheek.
Your strength has left me.
How will I survive?
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