Why do we always do this?
We joke, we play...

Her wavering smile,
A mother's pursed lips...

She sits at the table,
Waiting for her to arrive...

Deep down,
Low down...

A girl, at the prime of life,
Her name spells beauty...

One time,
Last time...

I clutch my head,
Gasping at the pain...

I wander, searching for that one spark,
I search through the light, scour through the...

Why did I do it?
I held the blade, inched it forward just a bit...

I pray to God,
That on day she will stop...

A drop of sweat,
Running down my face...

I stood silent,
As she walked out of the door...