As my eyes close this final night
I hold your picture close to me
Do not accuse me wrong or right
What could not be has come to be.

Gathered round me in this pit
The things of mine I love and hate
This passing time gives no respite
She doesn’t know she sealed this fate.

No pain, just sleep, perchance to dream
My past, my children, and my wife
Most nights awakened with a scream
No scream this night, just end of strife.

A picture of you, beloved bride
Of daughter, and of son grown up
I hold to my breast as I slide
To death I sipped from poisoned cup.

Upon my finger a wedding band
Within me, just cold ash and dust
I feel the coolness on my hand
Forgive me not, for this I must.

For emptiness cannot be borne
And much less than you am I
Because I left that rainy morn
And you lived, but I choose to die.

Go find it Missy, hold it tight
And with the angels for you I’ll sing.
I loved you dear with all my might
All I ask is: Keep my ring.

Please?

Michael Bolin
April 27th, 2006
9:00 PM