THE END

On a pleasant summer’s day,

Near the end of May,

During our first meeting,

My heart stopped beating.

 

You held me in your arm,

And gave me a dream.

A song! A brightness!

Then everything was darkness.

 

A needle’s prick I felt,

Familiar fingers, little fingers,

In my own wrinkled fingers.

My own little-eyes, I beheld,

Smiling at me.

 

And yet I long for you,

The adventure you promised me,

The meaning you gave,

To these dregs of my life.

 

The day will come, sweet lady

When I dress in white,

And you in black.

 

Arm in arm,

We’ll walk down the aisle,

And on your shoulder,

I’ll rest my head,

To sleep.

 

Forever and ever.

 

 

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