Her eyes blaze with anger,

As she screams at him wildly,
From her place on the porch.
"It isn't fair!"
She screams with rage.
"It isn't fair."

"Come now,
My dear,
Of course you knew,
I would,
Eventually,
Have to leave."

"NO!" she screams.
"IT IS NOT FAIR."
He tries to calm her,
To soothe her anger,
But it just doesn't work.
It just doesn't work.

And yet he leaves her.

But they meet again.

"Come now,
My dear,
Of course you knew,
I would,
Eventually,
Have to die."

"NO!" she screams.
"IT ISN'T FAIR!"
She is crying.
She's crying again.

"My dear,
You will have to die as well,
You know.
Do not put up such a fuss.
Do not raise this din you've begun."

She gazes into his blind eyes for the last time,
She looks at his smooth skin once more,

Holds his hand on his last moment on this earth.
And, as quickly as he entered her life, he left it.

Backing away from the hospital bed,
She realized,
For the first time,
How scared she was.
Of him.

Two limbs were lost,

There was a gash in his chest,
A little piece of the windshield wiper,
Clenched in his hand,
The only part remaining of his car,
His pride,
His joy,
Loved almost half as much as he loved me.

And he was blind.
But he had always been blind.