My Death For Yours Poem by Samah Khan

I watch you rise from the place you rest,
Your eyes the whitest shade of pale-
Your pasty skin and stale coffin breath,
Your movements reluctant, your limbs so frail.

Yet I love you, ask me not why,
After years of yenning have gone by-
My eyes are still glued to the path I wept,
When I chased you right after you left.

I remember running throw the falling snow,
Hail and storm could not stop me;
I remember tracing the outline of your absconding back,
My eyes followed you to as far as they could see.

I called your name, you did not look back,
You walked your way to the top of the hill-
And right when I thought you'd turn back around,
You waved and then the world stood still.

I watch you as you rise from your summer bed,
Long months after I watched you take your life;
Yet, my love for you has neither dwindled nor shrunk,
If anything, it has made me love the sharp edge of my knife.