Sitting here alone at night
Wondering what words I'll type
Trying to make sense of this
Of all the things he will miss
Wondering about his final thoughts
What was it that made him so distraught
To think that nothing mattered anymore
That he had to leave this life for sure
He left no note for me to find
I had no clue what was on his mind
I didn't foresee what he was about to do
How it would end and what I would go through
The last few hours I was with him that night
Everything was fine and everything was right
He had made plans to do a few things the next day
I still remember the last words I heard him say
My mind and my heart keep trying to cope
But all I remember is cutting the rope
Holding his lifeless body as I lowered him down
All I could do was lay my son on the ground
I ran to the house and called 911
I was to late it was already done
I went back outside and knelt down by his side
The rope left a dark ring on his neck when he died
I leaned over his body and looked into his eyes
My heart now broken and I couldnt realize
It was only 6 hours since I seen him alive
Now I must cope and try and survive
I must go on and live my life
I'll never forget what happened that night
This is my cross that I must bear
One I hope you don't have to share
Author: Robert Walters Sr.
