Purple jacket flung over a white night suit.
Hair messy, stubble on your cheek
Your eyes a mirror of your burning soul
I saw you then , the colour red
Passionate, urgent, anxious hands
Teeth biting down the lips to shreds
Brows furrowed with open dread
I saw you then, through the eyehole
Your worry a sign of love
Your eyes of passion
A gentle balm on my tortured soul
I saw you then, as I left my breath
Drifting away in time
My anguish, My pain, My love, My dread
Finally finding my peace in death.
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