Five Words, April 2007 round. Influenced strongly by personal pain.
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"Can you die of a broken heart?" I hear myself asking, pressing a chaste
kiss on her pale cheek. She is
lovely even like this; lying on the hospital bed, thin as a wire. A faint
purr emanates from her throat, and I know she is still here. I cannot bear the thought of her going, slipping into an
eternal sleep, away from me, from our life together. She was the one to reach to me, the one to
thaw the ice in my heart. Now, I ache. "Please don't leave."
