Greiving Suicide (Short Story) Poem by Monica Rose

A friend that was a lover of mine was having trouble and never told anyone. All I knew is he used to cut, but I got him to stop for a short period of time...It was late summer, and one of his friends died, and I couldn't really do anything about it. It was a Friday, and he pulled the trigger to his heart. I called the police they came and didn't really do anything besides confirm he was dead and ask me a few questions. I was extremely upset, crying and trying to calm myself down. Later in the week we had a funeral and I kissed my finger tips and touched his soft; lifeless; pale lips. I stayed there until they closed the casket and cried my eyes out. That was the last time I saw my true love. The note said he loved me and he just couldn't take the pain any longer.