Here to remind him of his past

She stares him in the eye,

Glaring, for years, it seems to last.

On his arms, by a sleeve she’s masked;

When seen, he’s prepared to tell a lie.

Here to remind him of his past.

Red and the white of skin contrast.

 A slip and they’ll see his yearn to die,

Glaring, for years, it seems to last.

Frowns and tears from near to vast,

They throw flowers, sob, and cry

 Here to remind him of his past.

Darkness, no light, is typically cast

By a simple memory of him and a sigh.

Glaring, for years, it seems to last.

Each morning and night, aches seem to outlast.

Their bodies throbbing and questions of why-

Here to remind him of his past,

Glaring, for years, it seems to last.