We were poison at the very end
trying to make our poisons blend.
We didn't know that we were poisonous,
but one day our venom destroyed
what was once a flaming love-life.
We could not find a way
to counteract the deadly damage done;
so you packed up your clothes
with ice surging through your veins
and yelled curses as you walked out the door.
All that remained was your winter coat
left hanging in my bedroom closet.
What was once a summer of opportunity
became the sleet of winter rain
as icy rage shed frozen drops of farewell.
I packed up your coat and mailed it to you
as my last word and goodbye note.
Many summers and winters have passed since;
and then at sixty-two you left this Earth in a hospital bed.
The final blow to our brief moment of venomous love.
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