God had forsaken him,
but God had not forsaken me.
On the verge of losing everything,
Death was winning and I
Scorned with a vague sadness,
spiraling toward the stark grandeur
of the chamber’s pale, stone perimeter,
my audible emotion gleamed.
“It was an accident!
Don’t you remember our plan?”
Then the boundary of darkness turned shrill,
the cloudless light blurred.
With Life and Death working together,
Sympathy revealed itself.
They thanked me over his body.
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