Why Now?
On a summer night
leading me to my front door
you tell me you're leaving.
Not just leaving me,
but, from this Earth and your life.
Is this really happening?
No longer will you
hold me gently in your arms,
or kiss me on a hot night.
Why this news? Why now?
I have met my one and only.
I've lost my reason to breathe.
I will take this night
hold on to your warm arms
til you take your final breath.
(I chose 'Summer Evening" for my inspiration.)
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