Hold Her Closer

She says goodbye,

when I don't even know her name.

She breaks down in my arms,

when I don't even know her name.

Her hands are shaking,

but that's just fine.

Her body is quivering,

but I don't mind.

She looks at me

with panic in her eyes,

the frightful vision

of a ghost with nothing left.

She tells me how they kill her,

and by cause and effect,

I hold her closer.

She tries to smile,

but the tears fall harder.

She tries to say her name,

but I hold her closer.

         DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/