lonely soul

overcome with doom and gloom, staring at the door,
he sits against the kitchen wall- with a loaded .44,
he ponders life without his wife, ain't no glamour here no more,
waiting ever patiently- hoping she might turn the key,

his heart though knows it's not to be,
he must even up the score...

you see, she fought the fight but late one night,
the sickness finally took her life, and now it seems
with broken dreams, there's nothing left to live for.
3 years have passed without her laugh,
once a whole now less than half,
and so the time has come at last,
to be with her once more...

S.A. Peck