Vendetta

A pity to die babe whispering your last words to my ear, “I don’t love
you anymore” with no one but me to hear. What a distance between the
first passionate whisper and the new tone of your farewell sigh. I feel
no shame that I killed you and put you here beneath the ground. Your all
alone here, no longer on top but under since your dead. I’ll plant
wildflowers, red ones of course, though you can’t see them you might
feel my hands as they dig the dirt that surrounds your tomb�" where I can
come sometimes and grieve. I can’t hold you but the earth will embrace
you as the sun celebrates me….