Forgotten
- she falls apart.

She curls up on her side of an empty bed.
His memory burns her eyes as his touch had stained her skin.
She cries,
"Lord, let me hold him, one last time."

She buries her head in her pillow as she would have buried her head in his chest.
Too tired to keep fighting,
her lips barely muster the strength to whisper that she loves him,
as she says goodbye.
In a desperate attempt to alleviate her pain,
she administers herself a lethal potion of sedative-hypnotics and alcohol,
drifting her into a deep sleep
where she is no longer bound
by suffering
and freed
from the possession
of her demons.

He found her
tightly clutching her pillow.
God, if only he had told her how delicately beautiful she was.

In that moment,
he was just as broken as she
and tears tenderly flowed down his cheeks.

He walked over to her
and kissed her on her forehead.
"Lord, let me just tell her that I love her."

He sat next to her on the empty side of the bed
and held her hands in his
- one last time