I pulled up a chair next to her at the dinner table
while watching her pour food from a jar without a label
She neither look nor shift when I sat in my chair
At the other side of the room on the wall she kept a steady stare
not a sound escaped her lips , no sound at all
her face was dry cold as if it were made of ice
something is wrong, this cant be nice.
I'm afraid just to sit here and watch her eat
my heart was beating fast,matching the nervous shakes of my feet
Then she looked at me with a face that was determined
a face that was free
with a face in pain, a pain caused by me
then out popped a paper, a paper from her pocket
she stretched over and slipped it in my jacket
she then got up to walk but down she went with a a fall
I look not at her but to the lid of the jar
reading the word in fine print that marked death
I ran to her and heard the words she whispered with her last breath
she whispered to me "I love you"
she said she love me? that cant be true
I'm still bond to her for she signed none of the papers
then I called and cancelled the movers
I began to read the paper, the paper in my jacket
It said "you have lost the love, you have lost the love for me.
before you leave me, I rather die, so death it shall be."
with tears rolling from my eyes while eating the last in the jar, I repeat the words "death it shall be."
death is the only thing that can stop the guilt in me.