Not long ago,
I lost my love
to his search
for fulfillment,
beyond that which I could
provide him with,
"and more recently,
I heard,
over a payphone,
when the termination of
his life
was achieved after
a stray bullet
entered some vital organ...
We had promised ourselves
to each other
for a lifetime
with no doubts in our
minds concerning the love
we shared...
in just a split second...
in the speed of a bullet...
blind anger whittled a
FOREVERMORE
Down to a
nevermore..."
Because of this
I sank into the
deepest depression
I could endure before
becoming suicidal...
Luckily, his death was
not one of reality...
And now I wonder,
If I lost my
lust for life,
over but a dream,
What in the world
would I do,
If it were true...