http://lightbox.time.com/2013/05/08/a-final-embrace-the-most-haunting-photograph-from-bangladesh/#1
A minute ago
we were standing,
and now we
are dead.
You see, my
love,
my stranger,
the veil
isn't that far
from me or
you.
It follows,
whispering,
taunting,
yearning;
at the end
those are the lips we kiss.
At the end
we kiss the lips of God.
Yet look,
there we
are, my love,
there I am with
my arms around you.
Maybe I
never even knew you
but a
lifetime passed between as we sat there,
as we sat
there and the sky crumbled on our lives.
You have a
beautiful forearm,
a very
beautiful forearm.
That was the
last thing I noticed,
or maybe the
first thing I noticed for the rest of my life
or unlife.
I don't know
where I am
but now I am
immortal.
Someone
writes words about me
but they'll
never be adequate.
Adequate.
Was I
adequate?
Was I enough
to keep your dying breath golden?
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