A last gasp at romance
was their last gasp of life,
when dinner at eight
turned to tragedy by nine.
They drove through the rain
back to their beds
halfway through a landslip
when their car was entombed,
buried by earth,
where their rotting remains
lay forgotten
for days,
till their elderly bodies
were exhumed
from the mud
still holding hands
as if their love was new.
Now the moral of this tale,
If one ever exists,
is to always choose a partner
you’re happy to be buried with
because your time is limited
and luck non-existent
so go forth and rejoice
your love for your lover.
was their last gasp of life,
when dinner at eight
turned to tragedy by nine.
They drove through the rain
back to their beds
halfway through a landslip
when their car was entombed,
buried by earth,
where their rotting remains
lay forgotten
for days,
till their elderly bodies
were exhumed
from the mud
still holding hands
as if their love was new.
Now the moral of this tale,
If one ever exists,
is to always choose a partner
you’re happy to be buried with
because your time is limited
and luck non-existent
so go forth and rejoice
your love for your lover.
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