The Bitter End


A young man once told me

On a wintry and colourful day

“We should do that together,

Yes, one day we will”


The days and the weeks and the months

Passed quietly hoping.

The snow turned to rain,

The ice to roaring rivers.


Then on a warm night he took me aside,

Looking at me with his brown eyes.

His hand held my cheek as he said;

“Time has run out. There are no more days”


The days and the weeks and the months passed

All was solemn and still.

Only his words stung like nettles,

In the darkness of this realm.

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