Gone

"Look into my eyes", you said

but I could not help but look

at your bruised neck

and your bony shoulders

and your naked chest

and the knife sticking out 

of your stomach

and the blood

dripping down your thighs.

"Look into my eyes

and stop screaming", you said

but I could not help but look

at the blood and cry out

to the gods to make it stop

but gods don't listen

and you fell into my arms

and when I looked into your eyes

you didn't look back.