Mutual Death
by NEMA SAEED
You
are the savior
to my thoughts.
Yet you
–like a dying butterfly–
Lie down on the floor,
Unable to save yourself.
You reproach me
For not holding on,
To a life worth fading,
Whilst you perish on.
We are two different reasons:
You die because you have never been
loved
I die because I
Never could;
Yet we have the
same ending…
One shot for two.