Ghostly shadows on the wall
projected by the dim light from
her bed room down the long hall.
Flickering embers in the fireplace
crackle and pop, bringing the lonely
silence to a sudden stop.
The dreaded thought of now or never
goes through his tortured mind like
a poet's dark rhyme, as he contemplates
the unforgivable crime that will end his
life for all time.
The front door slams as she departs
for good. That deafening sound he
clearly understood.
One last glass of courage
from the carafe of red wine.
He slowly brings the gun to his right
temple as he visualizes her beautiful
image one more time.
Bang…!
He crumples, dead to the living room floor.
No one lives here anymore!