She stands to watch him sleeping,
And knows what she must do.
The candle light surrounding her,
A steely silver blue.
A window open by the bed,
The cold breeze licks her face,
And caresses all the salty tears,
Freezing them in place.
Not another suicide,
She won't be a statistic.
He can't see all the pain inside,
Somehow he must've missed it.
She whispers out into the night,
The words she'd like to say.
She contemplates it one more time,
And says, "No, not today."
She takes a sip of vodka straight.
Once more she looks towards him,
And thinks of all the years she's spent,
And how she can't afford them.
One more whisper in the wind,
"Can't do this anymore."
She lightly puffs a cigarette,
And sinks onto the floor.
With bloodshot eyes, and tearstained cheeks,
Head and back against the wall,
She stops and thinks of days gone by.
Oh, how well she can recall!
Then suddenly the laughter starts,
And she wildly shakes her head.
And rustled from his sleep he slurs,
"Hey, baby, come to bed."
She sits there for a moment,
In the silence of the dark,
And recalls the very moment,
When their friendship fell apart.
She pulls herself onto the bed.
They make love all night long.
He awakes to find a note from her,
That says, "I love you and I'm gone."