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The Fall and the Fallen

The piercing pitch 
Struck the air 
Breaking 
The still silence of 
The Hot summer afternoon affair

Woken from her 
sunny slumber 
She fumbled for the phone 
Grasping it close
To one ear 
Unable 
to hold on 
Or Push through the fear
The voice became distant, mute
Clanging to the ground 
With tears trailing 
In quick pursuit 

All she could do was 
stumble through 
One last, and final,
A simple,
I love you. 

Till death do us part
They had whispered 
As vows eagerly escaped 
Their anxious lips 
A promise made true 
But both still too young
To have it follow through 

The encroaching Amber waves 
Licked the steep hillside 
Lapping up the last 
Of the safe spot 
That the grassy wake 
Did provide 

With eyes closed 
He mouthed hushed
Goodbyes
Muttering one last
I love you 
As her face came to rest 
As the final thought 
On his mind 

Till death do us part 
Was sealed with a kiss
And both smiles grewThe piercing pitch 
Struck the air 
Breaking 
The still silence of 
The Hot summer afternoon affair

Woken from her 
sunny slumber 
She fumbled for the phone 
Grasping it close
To one ear 
Unable 
to hold on 
Or Push through the fear
The voice became distant, mute
Clanging to the ground 
With tears trailing 
In quick pursuit 

All she could do was 
stumble through 
One last, and final,
A simple,
I love you. 

Till death do us part
They had whispered 
As vows eagerly escaped 
Their anxious lips 
A promise made true 
But both still too young
To have it follow through 

The encroaching Amber waves 
Licked the steep hillside 
Lapping up the last 
Of the safe spot 
That the grassy wake 
Did provide 

With eyes closed 
He mouthed hushed
Goodbyes
Muttering one last
I love you 
As her face came to rest 
As the final thought 
On his mind 

Till death do us part 
Was sealed with a kiss
And both smiles grew
They had had everything right 
Checked off each item
Up and down their list 

But alas 
Borrowed became their time
And blue was the sky 
Neither were old enough 
On that wretched day 
When he left her behind 

As she stood overtop 
Of the sleek
Wooden grain 
A tear fell from her face
Scaling the curved surface 
Until it found the scorched earth
In much need of its' grace 

One hand 
Placed over 
His heart 
All she could do 
Was muster 
A shortened gasp of 
A final 
Till death do us part.
They had had everything right 
Checked off each item
Up and down their list 

But alas 
Borrowed became their time
And blue was the sky 
Neither were old enough 
On that wretched day 
When he left her behind 

As she stood overtop 
Of the sleek
Wooden grain 
A tear fell from her face
Scaling the curved surface 
Until it found the scorched earth
In much need of its' grace 

One hand 
Placed over 
His heart 
All she could do 
Was muster 
A shortened gasp of 
A final 
Till death do us part.

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