A man died in my arms and I began to cry.
In his last fleeting words he spoke his greatest lie:
"I fell in love with a woman whom I hated so,
I preached the words of truth I never proved to know."
His last gasping words turned into five or ten.
His eyes became despondent to a moment when
He held his finger, hovering, above the life and death
Of everything good and bad derived from God's breath.
His lungs gasped for breath, his eyes began to fade.
He spoke in a whisper of every promise made:
"I'd lay in bed all night, their faces in my head,
How I promised wine yet granted only bread."
Then with a transparent sigh he closed his eyes and died,
Leaving me to wonder why I'm the one who cried.
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