His Last Room

You died in the house

where my sin was laid bare.

A punishment, a message, a wound carved so deep.

I bleed in places no one sees.

I see you, gun in hand,

heart already broken,

long before I strayed.

Did my betrayal light the match,

or was it only the final straw on a soul already dying?

Now the walls whisper your name, but they accuse me too.

Every night, I walk into that moment, your finger tightening, your body folding, the sound that shattered the world as your heart was exploding.

I betrayed you, and you left me with nothing but ghosts.

Our daughters will ask why, and my mouth will taste of lies and ash. How do I tell them their father’s last breath, was tangled in their mother’s mistake?

There are no answers, only blood on the floor of a lover’s house, and silence that screams louder than any confession I can give.

You are gone,

I am alive

only in fragments,

a woman bound forever

to the darkness of that choice,

that room,

that gun,

that death.

7:13

Chloe