Lips are still wet,
light in the eyes.
Air comes and goes
-soft flutter in each breath-,
skin and flesh in place,
belly and throat,
feet ready to walk.
All you know,
all you have loved;
sad and sweet memories,
that now you evoke,
fragile bonds,
about to be undone.
Disdain and piercing chill.
Looking for a presence,
where does absolute love lie?
A few more steps,
the sound of a heart,
a still-beating heart.
Cold breeze on the face,
eyes become mirrors
for the grey vastness.
In just a moment,
all will disappear.
Trembling legs,
no room for doubt or refusal;
pride, the last to fall.
A final glance
before the dark.
A flying bird, a sound,
a world that will remain.
A shiver follows the thought:
a steel blade coming down,
no more.
