I'Ll Be Home Soon

Gazing out the window rain pounding like a drummer in a parade I let my eyes fall closed and I picture his emerald eyes his bright smile that lights up a darkened sky and his scent - a mixture of the rain outside and the pine trees beyond my sight I then allow my lids to open and I gaze at the polished black pistol in my hand As I lift it, the heaviness a slight surprise the sight of his blood stained on my freshly painted wall fills my mind with the memories of his misery I yearn to join him and so I lift the pistol higher and higher until I feel the coldness on my temple and I enjoy the last moments with my memories of his beautiful face as it kisses mine while I pull the trigger harder and harder and then comes the blast and I've joined him at last and I see his face again and again he kisses me sweetly I see his bright smile emerald eyes and that wonderfully blissful scent makes me whole and I am Home