I see her .
I open my closet door .
We say hello .
I look through the mess of a floor.
We start to reminisce .
I find the box .
We talk bout the good times .
I open and pull it out .
We talk about the bad.
I make sure it's clean
We talk about what could have been.
I load the single bullet
I realize somethings gone
I pull it to my head.
The love she once had is meant for someone else .
I grit my teeth and squeeze.
