Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.

Losing someone,
Is not a one time thing.
You lose them everyday,
Slowly and slowly,
You feel a part of yours missing everyday.
You lose someone,
When you bury your hopes,
When you stop fighting,
When you lose the urge to make things work out,
Despite the intensity of your feelings.
You may be losing them,
Everyday every moment,
But they are never lost.
They always exist within you,
Somewhere, somehow.

how better
to spend the day while
she sleeps peacefully
but listening to music

the Beatles
in particularly.
Catching a glimpse
occasionally

of her beautiful
peacefulness
wondering
does she dream of me

when I hear
Good Day Sunshine
I ache

to wake her up