One Last Minute
She is in the worst state of denial
For you she would trudge a million miles
But you just stand and stare
And pretend like you do not care
She gives you everything and more
Love is felt all the way to her core
But you just mock and scold
Your heart is so utterly cold
She is losing her once sure identity
She moves away from the city
But you do not try to stop her
"She will be all right, for sure"
She is not all right in this giant mess
To everyone, she feels, she will always be less
But you do not even take notice
That she was more beautiful than a lotus
She uses the rope with such precision
Nothing can change her permanent decision
But you are nowhere to be found
When the chair is kicked to the ground.
She lays there in that wooden box
You wish you could rewind the clocks
But your time to save her has passed
Her life could have been made to last.
She will be greatly missed by all
Her mother will miss her weekly call
But you feel the most heartache
Because you stabbed her heart with a stake.
She is forever gone
You wake up alone every dawn
But one night she tells you in a dream
"Please do not ever go to this extreme"
She explains why she did it
And why she wanted to quit
But she looks at you and halts
And whispers quietly "It is not your fault"
She stares at your astonished look
It was as if she read you like a book
But you tell her you miss her more than you can bear
You stroke her gently, feeling her hair.
She closes her eyes while taking your hand
As her body turns into sand
But you try to grab her as she sinks away
You cry out and beg her to stay
"She seemed so real, like she was here"
You touch your face and feel the tears
But you wipe them and keep them to a limit
For you were allowed to see her for one last minute.
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