Final Notice

Before the table she sat in silence
Pen and paper laid out before her
Tears streamed lightly down her cheeks
No one could make her thoughts differ

The paper held only two sentences
Written neatly in black was “This is the end”
And below that lightly scrawled
“With the pain you caused, there is no way I could mend”

Thoughts rushed through her head
Driving her toward her silent sleep
Over and over she thought of his love
And then in the end how he tore her deep

She folded the paper in half as she rose to her feet
And quietly placed it beside her bed
Pulling the knife from the draw she placed it on her wrist
And cut deeply, though not a word was said