Last Heartbeat Poem by Kathryn Garner

she swears she hears him moving
closer with every thought
and then she can feel his arms around her
holding her inside his built identity
she feels his breath on his cheek
and his hair brushing her skin
and she would feel along his innocent
virgin veins
never once tempted with a temptation
only love
and every moment
she hears his wishper
with an answer of a brushed kiss
only for her
only

then she raised her eyes
like the sunrise raises on the very tree
that she leaned on
those werent his arms, only branches
and all the whispers
were of wind with no answers
and the locks were only the leaves
breathing through the air
and the veins, never broken through
ran through the fibers
in the green remains of this dead corpse

she looked up
to see a bare body
empty of soul
as the sun baked away its features
the last leaf had fallen to her
yes, the last heartbeat