Look at the fresh cut meadow.
Gentle breeze around.
She says I'm far too late, and
Leaves without a sound.
Seaside town in all its glory.
Faded. Derelict.
The warmth of sand beneath your feet.
And rides out on the pier.
Lying in the hillside grass,
Just with her at night.
City spread out all below us.
Glistening and trite.
Visions of prom night. Slide shows.
Fast forward rewind.
Fade out now to black then white.
Nothing in my mind.
Must I die here? Must I go?
Cut down in my prime?
Final grit, valedixit.
Eyes close one last time.
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