Tears roll down porcelain cheeks,
Lost in the haze of mid-October rain;
She falls to her knees --
at the grave of her love.
She presses her cheek against the gnarled bark,
tracing letters
and hearts --
A million names
carved into the tree
by drunken pocketknives.
She closes her eyes and remembers:
A laugh,
a smile,
the warmth of his fingertips
pressed gently against her lips.
She feels his hand reach for her;
Asking her to join him
once more.
His arms wrap around her,
and she’s enveloped in splintering bark.
The hallucination fades;
She is driven to madness.
I walk by and freeze --
Mesmerized by the rope
slung around a delicate neck,
the body hanging lifelessly
from snarled branches
in the moonlight.
Captivated –
By a love that meant enough
to die for,
and slipped though
her fingers
by nothing more than accident.
But now,
they’ll be together
in the depths of forever.
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