The trauma was severe...
She held his torso, her hands were bloody;
Holding onto his last life.
Watching breathelessly as each drop of blood,
Took away his heart beat...
And as her heart beat,
She could see his his heart leave...
A choice between love and death,
She let go.
This story would not have a happy ending.
Without a heartbeat, yet her hearts tormenting:
If she should let her own heart beat;
Became a relentless question
Recurring in her head...