by Arlene Antoinette
amaretto sour
she’s pulling away
from him, his
imminent demise
causing her to
prematurely run
from death. His nearing
death a kind of
soothsayer of her own
ending.
sometimes, she
forces herself
to forget the good
times. what
was the sense of
those promises they
made to each other
over the years?
promises can’t be
kept from the grave.
every night, she
holds his hand in hers
as he closes his
eyes. she says goodnight
through tears,
silent sobs and a kiss. warm
kisses used to
mean i love you, but now they
echo… forgive me,
i have to let you go.
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