She died on the night,
of their very last fight.
A cut to the throat,
a stab in the chest.
He knew what he did was not the best.
It was like a horror movie-
a lot of blood and gore.
A movie he wanted to watch no more.
He said he was sorry-
he had a bad pain in his heart, a bad sore
of the love she always gave him
that he had no more.
The cops came and took him away
and know all he thought was about the things he didn't mean to say.
that night he lost his wife.
But the worst thing he lost was his life.
Every day he sat there lonely in his cell
Only knowing one day he would go to hell.
I Didn't Want You To Die
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2008 with permission of the Author.
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