Stray Bullets
As I looked upon her face
Solace was there in her eyes
Of acceptance running out into fate
My fingers grasping for the memories
As to slipping through her silky hair
In selfishness to embrace denial
Was the choking upon every single tear
Her, now simply lying…
In my open arms…
And dying
Along with all our years
Squeezing her tightly,
Hoping to bring back the life
With sobs to Madeline
“It’s not fair!” “It’s not fair!”
The calmness was…
Her own demeanor without despair…
Her lips, once vibrant, now colorless… began to move nearer
And whispers to my ear…
“I’m so sorry”
Were words breaking from an angel
And what took hold was confused
I didn’t know what to think
Or what to do?
This fading vision is my whole
And with her, my heart fulfilled
But, what was this confession?
What is her sin?
My replies were weeping questions
Of why’s to her apologies
And my own declarations
“If protector, then I should wear the blame”
“Your only crime to bring joy to a man”
Then, the tears fell
Along with the august rain
Rolled down our cheeks to our lips
And landed on her last
But, fading sweet bitter words
"Before the ricochet...
I was pregnant with our son”
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