by Arlene Antoinette
she’s pulling away from him, his
imminent demise causing her to
prematurely run from death. His nearing
death a kind of soothsayer of her own
sometimes, she forces herself
to forget the good times. what
was the sense of those promises they
made to each other over the years?
promises can’t be kept from the grave.
every night, she holds his hand in hers
as he closes his eyes. she says goodnight
through tears, silent sobs and a kiss. warm
kisses used to mean i love you, but now they
echo… forgive me, i have to let you go.