He paid the bills,

Boxed his belongings,

Bought shells for the shotgun.

He didn't tell anyone,

Not even his wife

(the threat of losing her,

meant the end of his life).

And so, darkest death

With one exploding indrawn breath

Settles the issue-

Spattering the wall

With blood gray tissue...

Leaving questions,

And a warm red mist in the air

Touching all, with finality and despair.