My smile drains like blood from I.V. of gunshot wound patient
	Terminal. Lancing me
	Those words, impacting as hot iron brand imprinting scorching symbol,
	meaning
	Devastation in my heart. Shooting, spreading
	Through my chest my arms my head, a fiery cancer
	Having eaten away the tissue of our mutual affinity, my strength drains
	Aborted. We will be together no longer.
	No second chances, no resolution.
Copyright 1997 John Feissel. All rights reserved.