A Dying LoverA Poem by Olabisi Rotimi Abel
A Dying Lover Note
As the car made contact with my fragile body, all our memories passed by my eyes. I didn't think about the pain. I thought about the things I would miss: My High School graduation, getting married, having children And then, I thought about you. Your smile, your soft hair, the sound of your laugh. All of that would be gone, out of my reach, but the memories will never fade I will never forget you. You will eventually move on, but all I ask from you, is remember me. Remember our good times, and remember our bad times Remember our fights, and remember our apologies. My body lands in a heap on the side walk. Blood forms a pool around me. I hear screams from all directions. The car swerves and hits a tree. The driver, injured and clearly intoxicated, stumbles out of the car to my side. ? After what feels like century , I come to my senses Brief images are played like a movie. People are yelling as ambulances arrive on scene. I formed a lump in the back of my throat, when I saw that you weren't there. The pain of the accident sank in, and I quietly cried out in pain. My Mother rested my head on her lap as she silently wept. A car tore down the road and stopped by one of the ambulances. Out you stepped of car and my slowing heart skipped a beat. Before you could get to my body, a paramedic stopped you and said something I could not hear. You ran past him to my side and knelt down. Tears streamed down your face. I love you,? You choked. I could feel myself being lifted up onto the stretcher. You took hold of my hand, and kissed me on my bloody lips. I looked you straight in the eyes and said, I love you too?, but it only came out as a whisper. Doctors all around me rushed, but it was as if they were in slow motion. I realised that my final seconds were passing. I gripped your hand and said, ?Don't forget me?, as my heart beat it's last time. © 2017 Olabisi Rotimi AbelAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOlabisi Rotimi Abellagos city, NigeriaAboutTell me who I am when you get to know me. more..Writing
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