After the Deed is Done

by Diego Alvarado   Dec 24, 2005


Don't cry for it was I
who wiped your eyes
and held you tight.
But now you met your demise
the very night he arrived.
With a look in his eyes
they left till sunrise.
Only to find she had lost what she held so high.
Now she sits and cries as she writes to the one she had left behind.

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