The jagged edges of his death cut through her heart,
tearing it out and displaying it for all to see.
She looked at it forcing the blood around her body
hating it for keeping her alive when he had gone.
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Texting messages that showed hope, when she
knew the the white coated spectre’s voices echoed
in her brain, body colluding with mind to shatter
the day which had started out so promising, and now
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as the sun dropped from the horizon and blackness
rose from the earth and seized its opportunities to
draw the light from his countenance too, leaching
slowly the singular life which had shared such joy.
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She knelt in tears, and quietly her head screamed
for something to wind back the time and for this to
be something to warn against tomorrow, not now.
The wet flowed down her cheeks wetting his dry skin
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as she leaned in for a kiss, to remind him that she was
still there and still waiting for him to come leaping
back with the adventures of today bright in his eyes,
and the warmth of his arms as they spun her around.
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No-one spoke as she shifted her aching hand in his
but somewhere the emptiness glowed with a light
and the crucified, crippled body of another man
whispered, ‘I am here too.”
