Let me pray for you
But he was already dying
Why?
My body shuddering
All I can think of
Is wasted days in anger
Never will I see his smile again
His palm against my cheek
I don't have enough time
I never had enough time
I want to stay in this moment
His body against mine
Nothing else
I'm not ready
Not ready for his death
For I finally realize
I choose him
Over everything
I choose him
I know he's infected
I know he has to be put down
I grab for the scythe
As I swing the blade
His eyes open
Those impossibly green eyes
Usually searching for me,
Now too vivicous
He now falls limp
I love him, but
He is gone,
Forever
I want his hand
To feel him one last time
His fingers laced through mine
But he is too far away
I wonder if there ever was
A crueler world
Than one that forces us
To kill
The people we love most.
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