Tears Spilled over,
The pale green eyes.
With a gentle thumb
He brushed them aside.
"Do not cry, my lovely one,"
He said.
All she could do
Was watch.
He lifted his weapon
With knowledge and skill.
"This can wait if you're not sure."
She shakes her head, no, she's ready.
Letting loose a breath
He bends near to her
And she gasp not able
To stop the new flow of tears.
The shovel now his weapon
Slowly fills the dirt in the hole
Until the Earth is even
And stands up with a heavy heart.
"Goodbye," he whispered.
"You will be missed," she said.
Walking away she cries in his arms
Leaving the grave of the pet mouse she loved so.