"Her Lover Is Dead"

TWO LOVERS. A man and a woman.

He loves her but it's not enough, he is just too sad.

He takes a gun and shoots himself as she lies sleeping.

This leaves her to deal with feelings of guilt and emptiness.

She is crushed - is it my fault? What made him so sad?

Wasn't I enough for him?

IT BECOMES POETRY

"Gonna put my tender

heart in a blender..."

Now she's broken,

he can't mend her.

Comes too soon

and gone too fast ...

sounds like tomorrow

cannot last.

Look to shadows

in the corner,

what's that shape?

another mourner.

At the grave

a plea to save

what's come undone

with one small gun.

He took a chance

and took a shot

and now she's lost

what he forgot.

Her love, his life,

his hand did take

is it her fault?

was she awake?

Why such a sadness

in his heart?

And now she cries

she's torn apart.

Comes the grief

in disbelief

that he would leave

with no reprieve

for her.....

by Cathy S. Rapicano

Repost of 3/27/08 (not based on personal experience)