His Last Kiss
Raven hair splays across her pillow in soft waves.
Olive skin as smooth as the satin on which she lays.
Golden locket with their images, rests upon her throat.
His heart wrenching pain, hidden, as the gun neath his coat.
His last kiss as soft as her dusty pink lips.
He remembers her warmth and the curve of her hips.
Their vows taken in bliss; till death do us part.
To the living, is left a broken, bleeding heart.
He leans over her body with his gun aimed true.
Crimson sprays up, dotting sky's of blue.
Echo's of gunfire, the tombstones couldn't mask it.
As his body falls limp, across his true love's casket.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015