Untitled Rumpelteazer Poem

by Azaraphrazzle

He can't be gone! He isn't gone.

No.

Please.

Oh Bast, this can't be happening.

Please, it has to be a nightmare

tell me it isn't real.

But it must be....

He should be here

Next to me

holding me...

But he's not. He's gone.

I remember dimly, hazily, the screeching brakes...

And then he wasn't there, no longer standing beside me.

And I stand cold and alone,

leaning on the icy metal of the old car.