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His eyes stopped feeling. The last of their warmth receding,

I feel the drain,

The shock the pain. I don’t believe it.

The eyes implore me with their slow withdrawal,

Believe it I am leaving,

Left, gone

No more,

They fix themselves.

The room show no signs of him, it, I look around, nothing

life

self,

me you.

What a frightening thing. I flounder.

I startle,

I am cavalier,

I won’t care, I don’t believe.

A steady gaze, no longer your gaze

Unblinking lids

Stared and fixed.

It happened one afternoon in April.

 

Lmh. 8/617