Lost
Hushed.Lovers arms surround,
cradle life's frame,
embrace death.
Frozen tears fall to blood.
Heart weeps, broken,
crushed by the bullet
that pierced passions breast.
Empty face swallows wide,
an engulfing pain of lonliness.
Ashen footfall moves
to the newfound beat of solitary life.
(November 18, 1997)
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