They sat there that day
In that beat up truck
Her pale hand to his cheek
Three words she whispered
That brought tears to his eyes
Strange
It seemed to him
He'd never seen her cry
But he whispered
The same three words
And he saw her tears
In the dusky light
Filled with dust
Destruction
Turn crimson
With the light
They whispered their goodbyes
Slowly torn apart
He would never forget
The look in her eyes
When she said
In this modern day Holocaust
She would rather be put to death
Then have these memories
Of what was to come
He lifted her chin
Looked into her eyes
Two different reasons
Were they sent away
You say you love me so
He whispered
Do you love me enough
To live?
Stunned
She whispered apologies
At what she had said
Vowing to hold on
The days grew long alone
That day she was to go
He saw her one last time
They knew she was to die
He slowly caressed her cheek
Once strong and gentle
Now little more than bone
They said their last good byes
Silently
And she was not forgotton
For in the back of his mind
She lingered
In his numbered days
Like a flickering candle
The flame of eternity...
They are no more
Not since that day
They knew
They would meet again
They exist only in pictures now
Sepia memories...
Copyright 2005 Kylee
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