Regret Will Never Bring Them Back

Clutching her phone every night,
hoping his voice would end her fright,
like when their hands held tight,
thinking 'I only wanted to end the fight'.

Standing alone in the cold rain,
hard to breathe with all the pain
of remembering she would never see him again,
that shirt will always have the stain.

Crying herself to sleep in bed,
regretting every bad word she said,
wishing she hadn't put the hole in his head,
when her thoughts had turned to dread.

Her fate only time would tell,
but I know her story all too well,
she would end up in a prison cell,
now hating that one shotgun shell.

Quickly she became a nervous wreck,
mind suffocated, thinking 'what the heck?',
so, when the guards came for her final check,
her life was over, with a noose round her neck.