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The Last Rites
I thrust my tongue
deep into your mouth
to feel the cold taste of dust
choking on eternity
I gazed hard into your eyes,
searching for a spark
some recognition
lingering from the soul
but all I saw
was my own scared reflection
settling on the glassy stare
of a stranger
Gently,
I brushed the hair from your cheek
begging your lips for a smile
but your head only jerked
then lolled to one side
staring vacantly
towards the clock on the bedside table
I wanted to tear off your jeans
and bury myself in your thighs
to hear you moan
while I felt you shudder and cry
to tell you I was sorry
that I hadn't been there for you
to say how much I loved you
a final time
and how I would love you
always and forever
But there was no forever
and always was a lie
from now on
there would be only this moment
swallowing the rest of my life
the cruelest of reminders
to rip out my own dead
heart.
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