Many times had I told her to leave To come and go with me Many times did I lead her to the water Yet she refused to drink my thoughts. Though maybe it just a glint of hope while she was being held in the capturer’s claw All I will never know and remember is she stayed and he waited in the driveway Shot her in the back of the head as she ran the car into the woods for help Shooting her four more times at the clearing just to see if she was dead. At work I felt sick The moment she was dying. Our bond just that deep. A relationship like the very sun and moon. Because when her sunset my moon dripped away in blood Refusing to shine Then came the call and I rushed to the daycare where the bastard left our son The same blood that birthed him now covered his face. I slowly cleaned the last of her life off of him Placing the red towel in my pocket. Then carried him to my mothers house and returned home. Grabbing my pistol Reason quickly left with pain All that was left was the final act of a brave heart. To inflict the same wounds that he’d set on her. To reap back what was sewn. Let the gun ring five more times for my love. And stand over him and ask the same Are you dead yet? The consequences life in prison or worse, Didn’t matter now. I was already in solitary without her But this sweet voice said, “Put it down!” And so I laid it back in the drawer and walked in the rain to see her just one last time. She was in the pink coffin And still as beautiful as a Chocolate Valentine I’d touch her hands so badly wanting to pick her up and throw her on top of the coffin and kiss her like our first time on the hood of the car, but she couldn’t move now. So I leaned to her and kissed her lips Trying to give her some of my breaths of life, but it was useless. Too little to very late. The warmth was gone away so gently put her hands back in place Walked out leaving her behind. The rain pouring as I began to walk home I’d add to the downpour Let myself cry Close my eyes and let it rain ten inches But then I felt it with my eyes closed Behind the darkest cloud in the east I could feel the glare of the sun rising on my face Then it struck me. It was her. This was where my beloved warmth had gone Her wet kiss was now the very rain that struck my lips And at this very moment these were her last words Her simply telling me, “Boo Sunshine Rains On Lovers Blue.” Dedicated to Deidre Miller. Message to all Brothers. Love our women with all your heart, but when the love is gone or she doesn’t want you anymore. Don’t be so stupid, selfish and coldhearted to go out and kill her. In the end of those actions there is only death and destruction. God has so blessed us with women that are like roses so that they can warm our hearts and show us the power of his undying love. Lets not sentence another rose to an eternal winter and rape the world of something so beautiful. I can only hope that you take my words to heart. Sincerely, T.E.