Last for Death

by Kimmie   Jan 1, 2008


I pulled you close

And held you tight

As you drenched my shirt

With tears.

I pushed my face

Into your hair

As I tried to settle

Your fears.

I held you from

Your knife

As you tried to end

Your life.

You begged for death

As I tried to steady my breath......

I let you go and you

Ran so fast

I whispered slowly

"Why must I be last?"

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