i touched her frail hand
so frail to the point of death
her body shivering under the cloth
that hung about her delicate body
she drew back from me, afraid
afraid that i wouldnt understand
though death alone would have made me stay
the look in her dark, black, bruised eyes
forced my heart to writhe in remorse
as i felt her slipping away
i tried to grasp onto that thread of life
and felt that she didnt want me to
she wanted me to leave
to let her die
as though her death was a welcome thought
so i let her go