Saturday, 28 June 2014

How Could He?

“Could you still love me like this?”
He asked her memory
Could you, he cried
Not close that door on me?
Could you , he sighed,
Help me out of my misery?
Could you, he sobbed
Look beyond my faults?
As he slid the knife in his forearm,
He whispered with brimming tears,
Could you help me stay alive?
Water tainted red,
Eyes closed shut,
It was the end

When he was gone,
No one cried.
She too joined the pack

And asked, ‘how could he?’

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