The whispers in my head
tell me to bolt,
but I am frozen, stunned;
“It was my fault.”
I had pushed him to the edge,
shredded his nerves.
He had no choice
but to ride off the curves.
Now his shadow lurks around me,
his crimson blood is all I see.
Even in the silence,
his voice haunts me.
There’s a void in my heart,
I try to ignore it.
Yet every time I try to sleep,
I wake in a bit.
I think of him, miss him,
“Why’d I do what I did?”
Wonder why to voice I loved
Now haunts me as I clamber into bed.
This day I decided
to join him, my love.
Punished myself for my sin.
THIS POEM IS MY LAST.
