The text read : " Good-bye."
No questions, no answers, no explanations.
He wanted to reconnect with the love of his life,
he'd figure it was his time.
Stared eye-to-eye with himself asking
if this is what he wanted.
Final decision concluded.
The reflection looked back at him, smiling
it was she;
Telling him to come live in a place where
they could be together-FOREVER.
He grabbed a razor cutting his ring finger,
writing her name in his blood across the mirror.
She smiled, waved, and disappeared
inviting him to explore a new horizon.
He promised they would be together forever
and whispered:
" I'm on my way."
Him taking those 7 pills promised that.
He walked to the living room,
waiting patiently for his clock to stop ticking.
Two minutes passed.
Four.
Eight.
He was passed out on the living room floor,
eye-sockets purple, with words carved on his wrists
that read:
" I promised."
Sirens wailing.
Nurses and doctors asking for back-up immediately.
He woke up, looking at the ceiling, tears rolling
down his face
and whispered:
" I'm sorry,"
