286. It was not his mind that was broken, it was his heart.

It's her second last day of the month,
but it's barely the 15th of May.
It's about time you really had fun,
he held her gently to say.

She looked up at him and smiled,
with fragile lines smoothened in her face,
Swaying gently as she rose,
with such innocence and such grace.

They shared ice creams on a bench,
and flew balloons into the sky.
Watching them disappear and then,
they sauntered to the river nearby.

He sang to her his dreams,
and about all the things he cared.
and then they slowly named,
the babies they would never have.

In the deepest darkest parts of the night,
she hugged him for heat,
and they made love in the dark.
and they were each other's to keep.

And as the sun rises into the sky,
and he showered her awake with kisses,
He cups her face and shushes her,
for silver lines on her face he wishes.

That they were gone and would never come back.
But not her that would leave.
But there was something inside of her.
that has already left her empty.

It had attacked her eyesight,
and slowly closed down her mind.
Creeping along the uses of her legs,
till sometimes his face in her memory,
she could not find.

And as he reaches the guns to her temples,
she clings onto his hand till he aches.
He shudders with every slow breath.
And she nods her head and says.

My life is only of one person.
And that gaping hole in your heart will fill.
Now take me away from my pain.
And promise you do not cry until.

He nods his head and holds back.
Every fear and every single tear.
And he destroys his very own life.
As the bullet through her temples it sears.

She smiles and her suffering ends.
A silent moment, so brief.
And slowly, he points it to himself.
To take away his own grief.