Tomorrow Was Too Late

His eyes stared up at me; blue and frightened,
With each cough more crimson droplets sprayed his face,
The grip his hand held on mine tightened,
And I froze by his side, holding his body close in my embrace.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, sobs stuck in my throat,
The love of my life was slipping away,
I stared at the deep wound in his chest – it almost seemed to gloat,
Like it enjoyed the thought that I’d never be ok.

I knew the nightmare would haunt me,
Watching him die again and again,
The images would never leave me be.
I would be left to writhe in mental pain.

As his eyes started to flicker I screamed his name,
Pushing his blood-soaked, blonde fringe from his face I cried into his chest,
I just wanted things to stay the same,
I knew that without him I’d die depressed.
He whispered my name with his weakening breath,
I met his gentle gaze and knew he was almost gone,
He told me he’d always love me, even in death,
I broke down, sobbed knowing I was losing ‘the one’.

He finally closed his eyes, saying my name one last time,
The tears poured from my eyes, the sobs turning to cries,
I wanted the bastards who did this to pay for their crime,
I wanted to stare them in the face as each of them dies,
For killing my soul-mate over a few silly lies.