He opens his hand
And looks upon
My gift
To him

“You cannot give
Me this”
He tells me
And I reply

“It is mine to give
To whom I will.
Like my heart.”
But he will not listen

I have chosen
This life
With him
I will not be moved

We are pulled
Together
He takes me
In his arms

Our lips meet
For one last time
Before
He goes