by Darcelli Woods
(Phoenix, Arizona)

When the sun sets,
she will take her last breath.
When the sun sets,
he will make a final decision.

The sunset is near,
getting closer each hour.
They countdown,
each joyous minute.

Now she takes her time breathing,
enjoying each breath.
Now he curses himself,
trying to find a solid reason to live.

The sunset is now here.
She finally takes her last breath,
a breath that didn't have to be her last.
He has decided to take his last breath,
at the next sunset.

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