4

He sits there alone,
Watching the birds fly.
His eyes move along with them,
As they fly high and high.
A hand rests on his shoulder,
He smiles and relaxes under its loving weight.
She too smiles and moves closer,
But his love turns to hate.

The hand, he sees id white
It is all bone, no flesh.
He throws it away from him,
His world then turns to a mesh.

He turns and looks at her,
And slowly a memory triggers,
He touches her face and,
Who she is, he figures.

He looks deep into her eyes,
Remembers the love they had
But now he thinks,
Why does this feel sad?

He sees her eyes widen,
They widen so much, there are holes
Where her eyes should be.
He pushes her away, like she was burning coal.

Her lovely round face he sees,
Begins to pale…. It becomes white
Until it is not but a skull.
He turns and runs, not able to bear the sight.

She covers her face in her hands.
Tears fall slowy, they burn like cold ice.
She falls to her knees.
Begging to god with her pleading eyes.

Diseased as he is, under schizophrenia
She still loves him, all with loving grace.
She wipes her tears and smiles.
"At least he touched my face"

I stand nearby and watch
Wondering, as my eyes filled with tears save.
If I had love like that,
I would go with her to the grave.