This place is cold,
memories surround me carrying haunting pain.
I cry for them to leave, to vacate,
taken by the wind, like your ash.
They remain pounding in my mind,
paralleling your voice which echoes deep inside.
I can not live with you suspended here.
Falling to the ground I am overwhelmed.
Tears streaming from me, I can not control.
I release the trigger, knowing it will end it all.
For a moment it is louder than your lingering soul.
Each drop of red empties out of me, forever gone.
Silence seeps in, everything fades, leaving death.
While the front door rattles in the wind.