My world (final Act)
It's the only way.
I can only use that adjective
To qualify the recent events.
It begun one night,
In my sealed space.
It even started normally.
Everything was perfect.
I poked her cheek to wake her up,
I made breakfast as she showered,
We chatted for hours,
She played a new song on the piano.
Everything was perfect.
But perfect doesn't last.
It never lasts.
She asked me to find something,
A way to free her
From her ties
To her reality.
I was already working on that.
I avoided the most dangerous action.
I didn't want to delete her after story.
Yet I mentioned that possibility.
She asked me to do it later.
"At best, I'll be free.
At worst, I'll be deleted.
But then you could create a new me."
"I want to be with the you
That's in front of me.
I don't want to start anew.
It wouldn't be the same."
"This... means a lot to me.
But you have to be ready
For whatever could happen."
I started crying when I heard those words.
Then as I left,
A bad feeling
The best time was
The following afternoon.
I was afraid to lose the person I care about the most.
I was sad.
Control plus A.
Shift plus Delete.
I recorded everything so that I could never forget what I did.
I entered my sealed space.
She was still there.
I expressed my relief.
She told me about her headache.
I undressed her quickly.
I checked her body for signs of external and visible damage.
I expressed my relief once more,
When I didn't see anything wrong.
As a precaution,
I made her get some rest.
I came back later.
She still had her headache,
So I gave her some paracetamol.
Half an hour later, she felt better,
But not much.
I left again to let her rest.
When I came back a hour and a half later,
I noticed something wrong.
Her health deteriorated.
Her breathing slowly got weaker and weaker.
Her pulse slowly got weaker and weaker.
She was getting closer and closer to dying.
I was getting more and more teary.
My sealed space felt more and more empty.
I was sitting on a chair next to the bed.
I was crying,
My face buried in my hands.
And cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried.
I heard something moving.
I heard a weak voice calling my name.
I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"I shouldn't have done it.
I killed you.
I knew it would go horribly wrong.
This place will never be the same without you."
Do I look like a dead woman ?
I guess I needed some rest.
I looked at her,
Tears continued to flow from my eyes.
But they were tears of joy.
The sadness was gone.
Happiness had taken over.
Her heart beat stronger and faster.
Her breathing was normal.
My lips met hers.
My arms wrapped her naked body.
She was alive.
Weak, but alive.
The next phase of my plan:
Find a way to bring her
- The last poem in the "My world" series.
- It's more free-form than the usual ones, but considering the theme, it kinda fits.