by Will Alejandro Rountree

Decisions past

Decisions meant

All in days which we lament 

Some people may prefer

To accept life as a chore

But no, not her, not anymore

All I ask is for one last decree 

To Alleviate my suffering 

And to set me free

Meher, I know you are one

And I, yet another December

Together, not something 

That I can remember 

Nevertheless, a chance. beseech 

Only since I know we are in reach 

To begin a new review of days survived 

Into two lives… revived