At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now,
for the first time in my life, of the sound a body makes as it hits concrete.
I know now how quiet it becomes directly following the impact. I could hear the stillness of your heart in the silence–and it was agony watching your eyes bleed out.
It was then my heart pounded hard in my chest, harder than it’s ever done. Vowing forever one beat for me, and three to revive and sustain you.
E. English Poetry
© 2015 E. English Publishing
