Rip, My Love Poem by Jasmine Thompson

His face seemed so pale
underneth the moon light

His mouth was twisted
into a tormented horror

His hands were bruised
blending into the darkness

His voice was shaky
as I approached

Hs murmered his goodbye
I was so confused

I reached for him
my hands went right through

I screamed, I cried
he just kept walking

Looking for the first time
I saw why he cried

The tombstone stood there
by the fresh dirt

With my name written on it