Tiny Bottle

She holds the tiny bottle takes one deep breath a second later the bottle is to her lips and the liquid sliding down her throat there's no going back the poison moves through her veins slowly taking her life she seats by the window refusing to panic after a few minutes she slips from her seat the door opens and there he stands flowers in his hands he drops them as he sees the scene before him her laying motionless before him a tiny bottle sitting on the table a piece of paper beside it a final poem written to him in it all her love all her pain and all her forgiveness