Last River

a turmoil of thoughts of a person dying and a person to die for.

Bandages don’t work on lost blood,

Maybe, they require gentle care,

Though blood’s shed, it’s still flowing,

Like a river; as emotions draining,

The picture is scarred but pain.

Not eternal; so I’m here again,

Watching it flow, if that’s what it wants.

My only request shan’t be a proper

End, but an abrupt one, just with the

Last glimpse of amour, thee.

 

While it ached, the heart and wound,

The sweet scent of thee; nearby,

Smile crept, even in pain, mainly

The thought of you. Ecstatic

To meet you; even in pain.

Though seeing you makes it vain,

You don’t seem to mind my smile

Horrified by the blood; you seemed

I casually smiled as if it was normal,

Closed eyes, enchanted by you, I left, apologetic.