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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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