A Symphony For A Beautiful Poet

 A Symphony For A Beautiful Poet

 

Now I’ll always know for certain that I was the last…

The last to taste your cigarettes on the bed of my mouth,

That I was the last person to caress your hair, lying like star-crossed lovers, my hands moving south

We would manifest ourselves in a bed too big for two

I was the last person to confess how much I truly love you

And even God knows that I was the last person you confessed for

I’m also the last to throw you up against your bedroom door

I’ve made sure that I will be the last person to love you to this degree

When I carefully devised this plan, a result from an epiphany

A murder, followed by suicide; you’d get the more graceful one of course

Now I’ve ensured you’ll be remembered forever, and my love for you was the source

So now, my angel, that I’ve made you an angel, I have this gun pressed hard to my skull

But now that you’re gone, I’m finding this trigger harder and harder to pull

 

The room remains silent tonight, and sirens serenade my ears