He stands before their graves;
thinking why he did it.
His world feels like a cave;
dark and hollow without them in it.

He said he loved her;
he even said he cared.
He always reminisces;
about the good times they shared.

Outside they lead a perfect life;
always happy and staying close.
Inside they were distant;
like the east and west coast.

He would get angry for no reason.
Simply because there's no milk;
or because he didn't like the season.

One night they were fighting;
and he raised his fist.
He hit her like lightning;
and she fell, with a twist.

She laid there for a few seconds;
no squirms or cries.
He began to panic;
as she slowly closed her eyes.

He reached down and touched her neck;
feeling for a pulse.
His tears began to flow;
she was dead and it wasn't false.

He had done it, he had finally won
He killed his wife;
who was pregnant with thier son.

He lifted her into his arms;
thinking what had he done.
He's taken the lives;
of Emily and his unborn son.

 
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