If only I had taken
a snapshot
every time she smiled,
my walls would be adorned
with her abundant beauty.
If only I had hugged her
every time I had the urge,
these empty arms
would not seem so useless.
If only I had truly listened
every time she spoke,
the wisdom of her words
would still echo in my ears.
If only I had lingered
just a little longer
in that sterile room
where machines sustained
her failing body,
she would not have died
alone.
If only Death
could have been coaxed
to a bargaining table
and convinced to accept
a bribe to relinquish
its steadfast hold
on her soul.
If only I could embrace her
just once more
to whisper an apology
for everything I'd done
and all we never accomplished.
i-f-o-n-l-y-
six innocent letters
arranged just so
by some sick sadist
so long ago
to create an ingenious
torture device
that will survive
until the end of time
destroying the lives
of those left behind.
In light of recent revelations, I thought this piece would be topical. Unfortunately, it was swept away in the cleanse, so I had to repost in order to share.



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