When she met him, an impoverished artist
but with great talent,
she knew he’d been plagued with illnesses
all his life.
She knew that he would not live a long life.
But her love was not about economics or
longevity; her’s was a pure and true love.
She was with him when he died at age 35,
holding him in her arms as he passed away.
Two days later she leapt out of a fifth story
building to her death.
You may see it as a suicide, I see it as a
greater love than most are capable of.
Bob Boyd