Haunting Memory Poem by Daniel Sims

Simple conversations beware,
For they are not as they seem,
As calm conversations have,
Underlined anger and fury,
They start with a question,
Unnecessary and frank,
Which leads to an answer,
Forceful and blunt,
And from here on out,
The conversation is doomed,
As tones rise and angers peak,
Until suddenly everything snaps,
Fists fly and words are thrown,
Replied at with equal venom,
And then the end arrives, inevitable.

One looks down at the other,
A look of stun on the face,
The dripping crimson knife,
Drops to floor as he collapses,
Onto the body of his former bride,
Forever to be his haunting memory.