Remember Red

“Remember Red” was what she said

Right before she dropped off, dead

Why that color? Why that hue?

What were we supposed to do?

Proper nouns cannot be heard

Though they be one’s dying word

Later on though, we came to know

Red was a man, lived down the row

He was her lover and her friend

Their secret she kept ‘til the end

He wept when he heard she had died

And left flowers at her graveside

But, before long, Red died too

‘Cause that was what he had to do

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