Were She To Die (Written February 20)

Were She To Die

 

It needed something like that

To see the emptiness of the promise

I’d made, when I was young

 

And innocent. Were she to die

And I to be left adrift among

The drifting crowds, to live

 

Would be to die each day,

One more time. To give

Voice to the afflicted

 

Would be my singular consolation,

As meager as a snow flake. Conflicted,

Beaten, used up, I would have no

 

Reason to go on living, and my

Fondest hope would be to find

A way to end it all.

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