• It longs for a hand
    To squeeze it
    Make it warm
    Ignition’s lit
    Let it fly
    The silver piece
    Into the skull
    Upon Release
    Quiet unbroken
    As hours pass
    Laying down
    It rests at last
    Fluttering inside
    Blood’s flow
    No drop spilt
    Upon the snow
    Cold tears drip
    Frozen in place
    She would wipe
    From his face
    Knowing words
    All too true
    From her to him
    Life anew
    And so it ends
    Night’s new lie
    Her eyes meet his
    In joy they cry