Departure

Three paces,
then stop.

Removing his Rorschach mask,
"Won't this be your day tomorrow?"

Placing a diamond on my finger.
I negated him with a gesture of ambivalence.

I felt like the exit wounds,
in his neck.

Bending down,
touching his lips to my forehead.

Death wiped the remorse from my eyes;
and begged,

"No llores."

Author's Note

"No llores" is Spanish for "Don't cry."

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Damn Soli, this is dark, deep and delicious! A mind bender for slow witted folks like me...
Truly amazing poetry!

[Alicia Hirshey]

This is an amazing poem.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was love, fear, mystery and comfort all wrapped together tightly.
There was darkness, but it felt surprisingly safe. You really brought every
element of human emotion into the fold.

[WynterPhoenix]

An amazing write. I love how you always feel your words and not just "pick" them. Well done.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Absolutely wickedly beautiful!

[Ed Hart]

so then we must weep them in our heart, but weep them we will

[TJ]

Beautiful. Leaves me speechless.