"Just the sweet cries of melancholy echoing through the halls"
"Just the chilling touch of loneliness tingling down my back"
"Just the soft whisper of wind rustling past the curtains"
"Just the memories of you replaying through my mind over and over again"

The lone man sits down at the cemetery looking at the tombstone nearest to him
He looked at the freshly over-turned earth
He looked at the tomb which covered the cold, lifeless body of his wife
His beloved wife
She promised to grow old together
She promised never to be apart
She promised to love him forever
She promised many things
Each he remembers so vividly
Each he reminisce so fondly
Each he tried so hard make them happen
But as he watches the sun setting in the sky far away
As he sees the bird flying home
And as he watches the couple walking hand in hand home
He knows that it’s impossible to keep on waiting
She’s gone now
Gone to a place far away
A place where he will soon join
He placed his hands in his coat pocket
Fingers caressing the familiar bottle-shape object
It’s been three days since his wife got buried
And the bottle had been in his pocket for three days
Three long days without his wife
Three long days in the cemetery
He thought of dying many times
Many ways to end his sorrow
Many ways to end his pain
Although he knew that dying was not a solution
But the pain he felt can turn any sane man mad
So many times had he given up in life
So many times was he beaten
And it was his wife who had renewed his hope
It was his wife who gave him support all these while
But now he was left alone to face this world
Everything now seems strange to him
Everything now doesn’t makes sense to him
He had grown such a strong bond with his wife
That he thought he would die without her
Yes
He would
Life without her would be meaningless
After spending days at the grave of his wife
He finally made the decision
The bottle was removed from his pocket
The cap unscrewed
The bottle slowly raising to the man’s mouth
The substance emptied into the mouth
He swallowed it down slowly
He then sat down beside the grave of his wife
And started writing a letter
His eyes blurs
With every word he wrote
His lung cries for more air
With every sentence he made
His hear beats a little slower
With every move he made
It took him a long time to finish the letter
But he was happy
He would be joining his wife soon
As he put down the letter
He felt warmth
He felt grace
He felt serenity
He closed his eyes and embraced his wife
Knowing that she would be waiting
And as dawn breaks
The man lies motionless
A smile still hung on his lips
His purple lips