Seen

through the afterglow

and embers

of your love for me,

my face is burnt,

my eyes streaked with pain

and my heart broken,

a final beat,

a minute later

one more sign of life,

clouds over, the sun which once

streamed through the window

and gave a mystery to the room

now has been replaced by the stillness

of thunderstorms, and in that flash

of weightless lightning, my face is illuminated

one final time, killed

by the love you had

for me.