• The phone begins to ring,
    it makes my heart sing.
    You finally called.
    I pick up the phone,
    almost rejoicing.
    A voice comes on and says hello,
    but its not yours.
    My heart sinks,
    as I listen to the voice begin to talk.
    The tears slip out,
    as the voice says the words I always dreaded.
    Ms. I'm sorry but your husbands dead.
    My heart shatters and my hands shake,
    It can't be!
    It can't be!
    Not Jake!
    He was too young,
    and I loved him too much.
    Ms. he died in a fire a few hours ago
    The voice continues.
    I hang up the phone not making a sound.
    I slowly walked to the bedroom.
    I pulled up the mattress,
    and picked up your gun.
    I put it to my head and pull the trigger.
    Dead
    be
    we
    both