Done work early this evening,
home I'm heading,
As I get there I'm wondering,
What tonight I'm eating,
I  walked into the house,
As I'm entering
Upstairs I can hear banging,
So I'm start rushing upstairs wondering,
What happening,
I hear in my wife in the bedroom Moaning,
I'm thinking maybe she got a new toy and I’m a ***** boy,
So I enter to enjoy,
As I open the door,
I see her on the floor,
Getting it by some guy,
I start yelling you are wore,
I knew you wanted more,
I was so  angry and my chest felt sore,
But what should I do,
Should I throw them both out the window,
Or let it go
and walk away,
Start a new life,
Never think about today,
But I have so much to say,
And ask why,
Then I looked at the dresser, Remembered where I hid the revolver,
Walked over,
Pulling it out,
Told my wife it could have been us forever,
Shot her
Look at him,
Laughed,
Then pulled the trigger,
looked at the mirror,
And Said life could have been better If I never married a cheater,
Then raised the gun and my life was done

You are a wild blur of my memory. Your tousled hair and little kid grin.

I was 18 and you had calloused hands and a soft voice.

One time in the middle of the night I made you laugh, you returned the favor. You were wearing a sweatshirt even though it was hot.

You took my hand and spun me around. We fell into each other and fit like puzzle pieces. Our legs tangle when we sit across from each other. You’ve pressed your palms against mine. You watch over me, your green eyes brushing mine.

I think we both imagined at that moment the way our lips would feel against each other’s, the way your arms would feel around my waist, and mine around yours.

I want to know you. I want to learn all of your little things.

Tell me about the day your grandpa died. Tell me the song that gives you goosebumps. Tell me about how you love pizza and hate spinach. Tell me how your heart beats faster when you hear my name. Tell me about every little part of you. Tell me the words you’re scared to say.

Tell me.

Tell me everything. Tell me you don’t want this to end.

Oh God- I’m exploding and this is a love letter I’ll never send…