Dying
Thinking about death.
Should it be feared.
Some think so.
Others think it should be embraced.
A friend want to die.
A shot is fired.
A voice is heard.
Silence.
I run to the friend's side.
The friend falls into my arms.
On my knees, holding you.
Sobbing and praying.
You whisper one last request.
Sobbing, I say that I will do it.
Your eyes begin to close.
I love you always
Never to forget you.
Copyright © Pamela Cordaro | Year Posted 2007
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