The day before she died, she sweetly lied.
She said, "I love you, Paul." She saw the pride
Inflame his cheeks, and if she thought of John,
She wished she hadn't. Deeply, she was glad.
"If John could hear this, it'd drive him mad,"
She thought, and that's the way she carried on
Until the train came in. And she implied
They'd meet again soon, and she saw his smile,
Which made her more than glad then, for a while,
A little while, the day before she died.


{short description of image} Waking tired again... She opens the desk-drawer...