XLIII
PARAGON:
"I would like to ask
a few things.
I have heard
a lot about you.
How have you been doing
John James?
You seem to be
bluer than blue."
XLIV
As if
the life of him shattered.
He was still
and stiff like a pole.
Lowering his head,
he answered,
And started speaking
with his soul.
XLV
JOHN JAMES:
"I am distressing
can't you see?
Ain't pain visible
in my eyes?
My love is
no longer with me.
Now my heart
had been paralyzed."
XLVI
She wanted
to reach out to him,
And lay his head
on her shoulder.
But she then
whisked away the whim,
Pity should never
take over.
XLVII
PARAGON:
"Your heartache
seems to be so deep.
Why not share
a little story?
Have little trust
and take a leap.
Tell me,
how was dear old Mary?"
XLVIII
JOHN JAMES:
"She was things
I couldn't describe.
Like an old song
I never heard,
Or like a fruit
that was unripe,
Or a never spoken
hushed word."

YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PuisiWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?