I looked into her eyes.
I held her hand.

I should have said, “I love you.”
Should have said, “Thank you for the good times.”

But I was angry still,
after all those years.

I looked into her eyes.
I dropped her hand.
I said,”Goodbye,”
and then I died.

Harry Demarest has written 30 50-word stories that have been published, and another dozen or so that were not good enough. Two of his longer stories have been published.