Requiem

It died… No one did the killing.

It just happened… ended all by itself.

It wasn’t sudden, the demise.

In fact, it’s been dying for over a year already... and we let it…

“Save me… or kill me,” it cried out to us.

But we chose neither.

We just looked at it with unseeing eyes.

Both too busy drowning in our own private hells to dare lift a finger...

Then, a cry…

A sharp one that tells of its fall towards final things…

We both heard it… yet we remained still.

… Maybe, just maybe, we’d look at it someday…

Look at the glow, five-years-worth, that was no more…

All ashen… gone…

took everything along with it…. All the good, all the bad….

… nothing left behind…

Nothing lasting, nothing real… Nothing… Not even love…