I thought it was just another argument,

I didn't understand it's importance.

I thought it was just a disagreement,

I didn't know it meant this much.

I thought it was yet another fight.

But I was not quite right...

He saw me with another man,

But he just didn't understand.

It wasn't what he thought,

I wept as he looked in disbelief.

When I came home, we fought.

We said our apologies but felt no relief.

I protested while he shouted at me.

He wished me death as he slammed the door.

What was the big deal, I couldn't see?

As I thought, I sat on the floor.

I slept on the rug that night,

I though it was just yet another fight.

When I awoke, I decided to do as he wished.

I went to our, I mean, my kitchen.

As I got the knife, I wondered if I'd be missed.

Now, I guess no one would miss me.

He was the only one that saw, what no one else could see.

I went to the bedroom to bleed-out.

There was nothing to live for,

He had left, and will never come back.

I brought the blade to my neck.

My eyes darted around the room.

I saw that he had left his coat.

“He must be cold,” I thought aloud.

Then, I withdrew the suicide weapon from my throat.

As I put the sharp utensil on the floor,

I heard the front door creak open.

I went to go look, to see, who it was.

It was him, surely! He came back!

We both sobbed as I glided into his arms.

Then, I felt a sharp stab in my spine,

“I'm sorry...” his voice trailed off as I bled.

I watched the light slowly fade,

As I saw him leave, with his coat over his shoulder.

It was not just yet another fight.