Trickles

She could be observed
through a glass sheet of pain.
She was not going
to live.

He stood, his legs aching
sympathetic to his brow.
She lay in the bed
sympathetic to her death.

He turned to leave
his duty done.
The walk to the door
through the corridor.

And as he put the key to the hole
As if an explosion was to come.
He hesitated.
Could he kill?
Could he kill
Someone else?

He turned the key
And pushed the pedal
And pushed it some more.
He must get the dent fixed
Sometime
It felt out of place.

Can I give you a kiss ?
- No, she's dead.
Just to know i'm still love.
But she left
In a hurry.