| The band is tight around his arm as he dials the numbers on the phone,the veins popping up like a road map to his soul. All he wants is to here her voice,to say I love you one last time, to tell her he still cares. The needle tears a hole in the skin,searching for the warm flow of life coursing through his body. He draws the plunger back as she answers, the liquid inside turning crimson with his blood. He calls her name as he pushes the plunger down, emptying the contents into his vein as he releases the band. He says "I love you" knowing in his heart she doesn't feel the same. As he feels himself drifting off to another world he hears her say, "I love you, please come home". They find him the next day, holding her picture in one hand,the needle in the other, a shakily written note saying I love you, forgive me for everything,why couldn't you have said it sooner....... |