Trigger Warning
It is written this last poem,
Words put on a page like blood on the sidewalk
Like the last night alive in the city,
Like the last breath in your lungs.
It is written this last poem,
And I beg you not to take your love away
Like you have so many times before,
Like you will to all the others after.
It is written this last poem,
And the lines no longer comfort my heart
Each fugitive word is cut into granite,
Hard as an angry fist against the skull.
It is written this last poem,
Time on the pale clock face tick tocks gone
Each minute lost to the dying truth,
A sad face ages in the hallway mirror.