A Sonnet

The subtle shudder of your hand in mine,

the distant look behind your face.

I see the truth inside your eye,  

trying to slow it’s speeding pace.  

Once upon a time we were close  

but now nothing is the same.

I won’t get to see the freckles on your nose,  

or the way your tongue simply caressed my name.

I’ll always remember the fire in your heart,

the strong head held upon your shoulders.  

But now it’s time for me to start

to accept life will be a little colder.

Because now your lips are turning blue,  

and I just wished it wasn’t true.  


The End

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