Murder on Yellow Patio by Red Adley

Give me two months
to fall in love
to make some plans
to prepare a place for us to live...
"Don't do this," I cried
"please, please, please..."
to no avail.

The look in your eyes-cold
Still, the same blue pools I'd seen twinkle
but this time---ice.
"What about California?" I asked.
I had already bought the tickets, we paid for the hotel together.

Give me two months
to fall for you
to make "us" plans
to dream of places to explore---together.
"At least talk," I begged.
"Why go back to your Ex?
There's no real love there."

You say "...I've got to find out."

Machine gun-like I rattle:
"...please, please, please.
Don't do this. Please? 
It's Me, remember Me?"

On that patio, flowers surrounded us.
Yellow---bright...
I thrust myself upon you with something to prove,
kissing your dry, unyielding mouth
"...this is the real truth, in our kiss" I say.
To eyes that pierce cloth, skin, breastplate, organs.

My heart begins to bleed...and I do bleed red.
It contrasts itself to the lovely flowers, which seem to sway toward
the bench.  They look upon the scene, look upon me-bitterly?

That's about the time I begin to hold you, pressing your head to my shoulder.
You say nothing.
I'm a jabbering idiot.
It's all I can do not to get down on my knees.
"Don't leave me. Marry me?" I plead.
You nod "no" or "not now" or "never"
Who could be for sure?

I'm in such shock, I cannot cry.
I guess you gave it two months, enough time...
to let people know
to take me into trust
to conquer my hopes---dreams of a future!
On the patio...I look into those cold eyes...
eyes that once held me as Your Everything,
you don't speak
"Say something," I beg. "Say you're just kidding,
Say it's just a test...say it ain't so!"

My heart has by this time bled completely through my shirt,
and is sticking to my Ego.
I've nothing left to lose, dignity gone.
There's a lump in my throat like one of your imagined turtles.
You don't even notice I'm a Bleeding Siv.

Yellow sees it...the beautiful flowers seem to enclose me, in pity?
They want the red for some reason. 
The color Yellow deserves a dash of red,
wanting something beyond itself---not a flood of it---not all of my 5.6 liters!

I stand-up...quickly, shaking my head "no" but saying the same damn word
over and over
"...please, please, please...don't do this to us."
You've said your peace, and
stabbed me with a piece of my own
Self Esteem.
I turn toward botanicals and you gather yourself to leave.
It's far too late, way far out,
our short life lived together
...too far gone!
We were: artsy, gourmet-like, fashionable, passionate.
We were Selflessness in action.

I think back on the times I kissed you
only to breathe your air back into me.
To share your atoms,
to stop your loss,
to tourniquet your own Past Bleeding!

I was the Patch That didn't Hold.
At this realization I can no longer stand.
I slump, lay down on the ground;
a grass is always softer than a tile.
The flowers lean ever closer!

My once-white shirt, ruined by
the pumping wounded heart,
the Red has covered me,
consumed me,
taken all my Pride!
From my eye level all I see is Earth
"...please, please, please" is what I whisper.

You murdered me on the Yellow Patio.
Broke my heart,
my tears mixed with dirt, lovemuck and false hope---
---which appears as running blood, feeding the hunger of the flowers.
How long have I been here?  How much blood have I lost?
With one last move, I make a forlorn look back to the bench---
But you have long gone.