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Broken Promises
O worthy and eternal Judge,
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
do not let the pains of death
turn us away from you at our last hour.
-Book of Prayer
All was silent and the room smelled of old orchids.
Her lips were pursed as if remembering a kiss.
Her hands lay soft below her breasts, beautiful,
but now so pale. She would have liked the color of her nails.
She wore her mother’s wedding ring, a gift from her childhood.
It held the promise of purity she kept until we met.
My eyes drifted over her remembering,
thankful for broken promises.
Published 18th Jan 2023
Author's Note
A young man views the body of his lost love. Written for the Last Rites Competition.
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