Below is the poem entitled Reservation for One which was written by poet
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The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger.
I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to wrap itself around the deadening reality, but the slickness of it is too much to handle.
My mind slips and as a last resort hits the panic alarm. I open my mouth to scream but the poison has worked its way to my throat and burns hotter than the 1000 lakes of fire in hell. I want to grab my neck but my panic stricken mind is unable to reason with my arms to perform even this simple desperate request.
My knees buckle and I trip and fall, backwards I think. Think...thought...thoughts...none are there. Can't think. Brain dead...or close to it. A cold splash, more chilling than the deadly dagger, wakes my brain momentarily, long enough to realize I'm drowning and add that to the list of pain. Still unable to move I throw an upward glance into her eyes.
my last chance, the ice thin line between life and death, in hopes she will toss me a rope, a stick, a smile, anything. As she turns her back, I close my eyes and invite the ominous death that is now seemingly warm from the coldness of her actions.
My mind pieces together a few last thoughts of happiness, of her. The day we met, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the sound of her voice that my ears welcomed with open doors and arms wide open. The venom and water seem to meet each other simultaneously at my heart as if they had reservations,
I know its time.
With my lungs filled and oxygen gone, body frozen, mind shut down, I miss her. I manage one last smile and mouth the words " I love u."