The trial

I want to die by your side.

Just me and my soul,

"between us", nothingness.

Rolled cover sheets across your body,

dim light of dawn: singular Witness.

I will lay still,

Just me and my soul,

"awaiting between us", endless.

Wet drops in my hair forming

lines across my body-streams of fire,

volcano light of dusk: one track minded Prosecutor.

I wish to close my eyes,

Just me and my soul,

"closing statement between us", excruciating.

your body facing down, mine above,

dark silence presiding over the cold room: the Judge.

I shall listen to my sentence,

Just me and my soul,

"watching between us", tormenting.

your profile deeply embedded with resentment,

the last minutes of life

slowly drowning from my body: a hung Jury.

                                          Poem by Gabriela Rotaru