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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.07.14.15.11538]] |
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Not one confidant could conceive of what might happen to these two lovers in their convivial primes, Until the day Alfredo's body rebelled against his penchant for indulging himself of all the good times, Without so much as warning nor word, les bons temps n'ont plus roulé and he fell into Gina's embrace, And the last thing his oxygenated mind would remember was the look of horror upon her lovely face, They rushed this mountain of a man to emergency, but scientific will couldn't restore flesh left so weak, Though consciousness returned, his faculties were so destroyed there was but one word he could speak. Night and day Gina sat by his bedside, refusing to surrender hope that her baby would never come around, Despite assurances of professionals they paid to heal him that nothing could restore his sight or sound. She had to know what his heart had left, so she asked him to tell her if he would stay with her for a while, So afraid of being left alone if he was gone, for who would ever love her as he had through every trial? "Ayalo" escaped his lips, almost imperceptibly, so low as to require a body to lean down to hear it true, Not one person who loved him could remember the name, but determined to know, they had work to do. Searching through records of their days, Gina combed every corner of then and now to find the truth, But no matter their best efforts, the answer to his response evaded even the most relentless sleuth. Alfredo's cardiac Purgatory ended, and source of that whispered reply was taken down into his grave, So great was Gina's strength in adversity that even the archangels in Heaven admired a soul so brave, At his funeral, Alfredo's mother handed his donna dolce a piece of paper, written in his unsteady hand, Were the words "I alone", and as Gina read them she heard his mama ask her "Do you understand?" |