Last morning side

`~.And that is all, for they now live, in only memory of the few whom knew of them,~`

`~.They now live, a shout away, not in this world,~`

`~.Not any longer, for “through fire of blood, “they finally got what they want”.~`

   `~,,~`

Cans of beer littered all around, bottles of Ibuprofen emptied, 
She woke up to find him laying by the kitchen, bleeding, 
Self-inflicted knife wounds to the head, 
(He always said  guns were for pussies, knives were funner) 
Weary eyed, almost ready to shut for the last time, he mumbles… something, of some pleading self worth 
Never sure himself worth more, the weight of a beer or a stone, 
Blood dripping from blood clotted mouth, mumbling his last words, of self-importance 
Words, lord my child, words that would come to always make her mind weep, when she would recall him; 
He slumps over, filled with his emptiness deep inside, bloody eared an blood shot eyes, he collapses 
Not completely sure if anyone is there, he dies, horribly alone inside, 
His last words, scribbled on the wall from his last, 
“May all friends go to hell, like I feel I have been” 
Those last words, his epitaph, the last said on that 
He gathers stones, 
2 minute conversation may have saved many lives, 
Instead, he visits and curses all in angered death 
he still gathers stones; 
She is never the same, the horror more than she can bear, 
Finally withdrawing inside, to a place that no one but he could have ever found, or put her in,   
setting her free to at last say why, she mentally left her life, here, that last morning side… 
He was in her life all too short a time, before he ran off as the wind does 
Her mother and sister, never knowing where she gone,   
Resentment, resentment toward her family 
She dies alone, praying every prayer ever prayed,  grey haired scared and alone, he left her a table of letters sayin how he tried, 
But he had left her, he swore he never would, 
Ed… Please; please please please, Ed, please tell me, why… why, why, it played, over and over again in her head, it plays 
And she always ached to the bones quietly inside her head,   
an old woman, lost, alone in a home, he her lost true love…

She had lost him, in the prime of her rose,
Left years, decades ago in her youth; 
Now old, his niece and nephew, sometimes visiting, her sister-in-law, seldom seeing her 
For resentment of the death of her brother, 
She dies alone betrayed by her breathe, 
Complications of pneumonia her report said, 
the heart and lungs now weak beyond human repair 
Abandoned to live life without him, into old age, 
Death betrayed her, 
taking him, but never her, 
for decades and years to suffer scared, cold and always tortured in memory all alone, 
All who knew her though, all new she was lost, scared and alone, scarred in self exile,

her worst fears of dying alone, gasping out her last breaths, 
He was supposed to be there,

holding her hand, rubbing her back, he has always promised to be there when she dies, 
Make no mistake though, she died alone with her broken heart, mourning,

mournin her lost love all those years ago, never understanding why, there that last morning side; 
An it hurt, that morning side, it hurt, hurt beyond compare, 
And when she died, no one cried, 
Abandoned, all alone,

the curse he wrote upon the wall, now rings true, in the morning light 
As she is dying, she looks up to see him, 
His rage aside, her young arrogant pride long gone, 
He forgiven her, these long years afterward, in a quite room, he walked in, 
Mornin time, washin away long left sadness in her eyes, 
there to finally comfort her, and walk away hand in hand with her, 
an eternity to renew their lifetime of morning sides… 
There, in those last two morning sides, the old woman died, taken home;