Last Glance

I walk up to him,
tears in my eyes.
I look at him,
and wonder why!
I feel so many emotions,
and I'm so confused.
I regret it so much,
for he is my muse!
I just want to sit
in a corner and hide.
Why did I have that party?
Why did he have to drive?
Tell your friend no,
that he's had too much!
Otherwise when you hug him,
he'll to the cold touch.
You'll see him in a coffin.
Lying there helpless.
Now I just stand there,
my last glance at him, lifeless!
I know I will never see him again,
my one, my only, love!

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