Chain Reaction Suicide- ABBY

The words "im sorry" echo
through the house that once was home
The car door slams to that black Trans Am
While she stands in their foyer alone.

Up the stairs she makes her way,
lone footsteps so disturbing
no running feet, no playful chase
the silence so unnerving

That kingsize bed, their pride and joy
they saved so hard to buy
it stands alone, an empty throne
so she sits a while to cry

Shes turned the pictures all facedown
she cannot bear to see them
the last thing she needs as her sanity recedes
is yet another memory of him

The sheets still smell like him and her
of great sex and cheap perfume
the love they made on rainy days
its passion fills this room

The bathtub where he washed her hair
and made love to her so often
the memory so clear she imagines hes here
and for a moment her heart, it softens

But that boyish smile and tender touch
cant erase what she found when she got there
on the red eye flight she flew all night
to find him in bed with a stranger

twenty four and out to forget him
she invites an old friend to their bed
ashamed when she wakes, that she made his mistake
she puts that old twenty-two to her head

"Father forgive me, for i have sinned
And i cannot live with my burdens."
she pulls that trigger and hopes God forgives her
and that her love knows she's sorry she hurt him.

Two days later a note was found
In the bedside dresser drawer
And a curious note, to her lover she wrote
And she addressed it "Twenty Four"

"dear lover, read and comprehend
For the number twenty four
Is how many weeks your young child lived
before i died here on this floor.

And know my love, that its your fault
that your baby perished within me
you left us to suffer for one night with another
You gave up her lifeblood, and freely."

It was more than he could handle you see
and that young man walked down to the celler
he strung up a rope, pulled it tight to his throat
as he died he whispered " i loved her"