Poetry #123

Her hands
were shaking
and cold.

My face,
beneath my
masked, crumpled.

It was
hard for
me but

It was
hard for
her too.

This is
not what
I wanted.

This is
not what
she wanted.

But it
has to.

No matter
how beautiful
this world

of ours
it is
still cruel.

We said
our goodbyes.