Dead Boyfriend No. 9

“Your life
time will not abide”
she reads the engraved words
aloud
off the grave marker
“That’s a good one,” he says
pulling her closer
and then she smiles, draws the blade
from within her gown’s folds
sways drunkenly, indecisively
a moment unsure
in diffusive cloud-covered moon-glow
before knowing
now is when
the when of now