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Momentous Event

A set of plates on the table
remained untouched.
The food’s gone cold.
The candle wicks kept burning...
flickering  lights barely
illuminating the room.
 
The water filled the tub
as spigot’s turned.
When I looked up,
he’s there... staring at me.
He stroke my hair,
held my neck so gently...
T’was the touch
I was waiting for....
Time finally arrived
to this momentous event.
The time he showed his
‘love and affection’—
My death as I took my last breath.
 
He quickly rose,
sat at the table
and ate his supper.
(Unbeknown to him... it is spiced to my liking...)
He smoked his cigar;
laid  in his bed.
Closed his eyes
....to never open them again.

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