It was a dark room.
Your eyes turned to mine
for light.
I was learning
of your parting.
But there was little,
I could impart,
to your emerald gems
that would explain
the agony
in your belly.
It was a dark floor, cold and wooden.
You jumped into a chair.
I stood.
The vet's fingers delicately taking apart
the phases.
Her letters like blades
shredding my sanity and peace.
You gaze again
knowing
all my pain
and yours.
Mercy! As I grab you; all of you.
And all the green starts to speak...
Let me go.
Please.
