A year ago
I closed your eyes
after that last, long
gasp of life.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
You were there
when my eyes opened in life
and I was there to close yours in death;
your eyes brimmed with joy at the sight,
mine with savage pain.
The colour remained
but not the life.
A year ago
I closed your eyes;
the bruise remains.
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