No
I will not get you a gun
I will not help you hold it steady to your temple as your hand shakes
No
I will give you a number instead
1 (800) 273-8255
That's the suicide hotline
I remember the fist time you asked me for a gun
I was twelve
I waited until you were asleep before placing notes into your books
"I love you"
You were an avid reader and I knew you'd find them eventually
Looking through your books today I found one of those notes
I still wonder how many you found
I had spread them throughout the books in your wall to wall library
I remember how many I wrote
Twelve
One for each year I had been alive to love you
I still love you