Till Death Do Them Part
William de Kypia

“Be with me now unto the end, nor forget me when
I am gone” she pled, delicately coughing crimson
rosettes into a white linen kerchief embellished
with black fleurs-de-lis, a recent gift from myself.

But I had already turned away, having a train to catch.

“Whither thou goest I shall go too but not yet” I called
from the staircase, consulting a timetable then gesturing
a sturdy lad to take up my belongings, our abode being
situated some considerable distance from the station.

Since that day it has not transpired that my love
and I have chanced to re-establish communication.


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