Death
As her soul stares down at his unknowing face
in her mind she begins to pace.
Will he ever know?
What will he do?
The thoughts plagued her mind
through and through.
He hung up his phone and ran to his room...
She couldn't help but know that he would know very soon.
There was no question in her mind,
She knew that he was not blind.
They had to tell him!
If they didn't,
What kind of lie was she existing in?
"I love you!" She screamed.
But he could not hear.
Nothing was real, nothing so near.
The phone rang and his face fell.
He stumbled, he tripped, and let out an agonizing yell.
This was the call.
The one that explained it all.
He dropped the phone,
And he began to cry.
Now she knew that her life hadn't been a lie.
Why, then...
Why did she have to die?
1992
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