Last Kiss

Another pathetic attempt to capture with words the night I lost my love

 

It seemed that his memory spilled away

In the pool of tears formed on her face,

Falling into his mud covered hair,

The glass glistening around, shimmering.

His head lay on his lap, turned to the side

Eyes blank, staring at nothing.

But a weak, calm, smile on his face,

It defied the world to grieve.

Her lips touched his briefly,

Feeling the cold had spread quickly

And his last breathe escaped.

Glass surrounded them in the middle of the road.

Moonlight holding them both tightly,

Lighting the faint hope in her heart.

Cars on either side, his body on the ground.

She said his name softly once more

As if she was afraid to say his name out loud,

As if that would leave her too; float away with him.

One car light still shone on their broken car.

It formed a silhouette of his shattered body

And her grief stricken form, bent under sorrow.

Eyes wide and mouths gaping, watched from the sidewalk,

Their limbs frozen to their sides.

It is too late to help him now.

Hope has gone along with him.

They abandon her, abandon him.

She had wished that this wound to her head

Would be enough that she might follow him,

But she knew that she would breathe still

She held his hand to his face.

His engagement ring cool on her skin,

Hand clenched in hand,

Trying to hold down his flame of life.

She lifted his body close to him,

His ebony strings of hair streaked red

Spilling over into his vacant eyes.

As she held his body close, one last time.

She close his eyes forever

As she sunk down on the road beside him.

She could hear the sound of the ambulance

As it approached the scene of the crash.

She did not care.

She held her hand,

And simply prayed for her own death,

Prayed for a rebirth of his life.

As she had her last kiss goodbye.