Your Last Gift

Your last gift

I can smell the blood.
I can smell the death.
I feel the angst.
I feel the pain.

Watching you cry.
The blood pours out
You wrists are slit.
The blood is flowing.

I watch with clouded eyes,
Asking how this happened
You didn't seem sad.
Not this bad.

Your pain was so deep.
You couldn't weep.
Tired of life,
You gave it away.

A bloody kiss,
Your last gift to me.
Your last breath was mine.
A treasure to find.