Dust-covered remains -

past lives, past selves -

Lie entombed, asleep

In their hallowed graves

'Til the awake venture up,

sweet nostalgia their aim,

only to find in its place

sober proof of their mortality.

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My life hangs by a thread, or better yet,

A noose. Each angry word you shout,

Each burning tear you shed,

Each sob you let escape behind closed doors

Reminds me I would be better off dead

Than living like this,

A prisoner to the pain I’ve caused,

Cutting myself on the shards

Of the life we once had,

Knowing that, as long as I stay,

I have damned you to the same fate.

So, since you’ve been a faithful judge and jury,

To spare you any further trouble,

I’ve gone ahead and called on the executioner.

He is coming tomorrow at 2 o’clock.

I’m sorry you’ll have to come home to this,

But I believe this is truly for the better.

I hope so.

Please forgive me,

Your loving husband

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