“I love you.â€
That’s the last thing he told her
Before he pulled the trigger.
She had never paid any attention to him
Never realized how much he loved her
So much that he couldn’t take it
And ended his precious life right there.
She couldn’t understand
Why she hadn’t seen the signs
All those notes and all those roses
And how she simply ignored it
And took someone’s son away
He was the only thing
His mother had left
His father had long gone
Now he was gone too
She wrote to his mother
Trying to explain why he took his life
But her mother shook her head
And sent her a box
Full of sketches he made of her
Poems, letters and dreams.
She cried as she looked
Through the pictures he had made of her.
She never could understand
Why she never said hello
Or even smiled at him
But it was too late now
He was gone.
