Poetic Flair

The story of how she died

Dated: 19:56, 10/26/17

I die every night
when I asked him,
"Do you still love me?"
"Yes", he lied.

I die each hours
when I heard him,
talking over the phone
said, "I'm coming over, darlin'."

I die each minutes
when I waited at home
so I called him out,
said, "I'm still working."

I die each seconds
when I stared down
with teary eyed at the message
said, "They're together."