Trigger

Waiting for that moment
Times running out
I can’t take the pain
I want to runaway
I grab the gun
Cool and solid to the touch
My finger wraps around the trigger
I hold it to my chin
My hand starts to shake
My finger gets tighter
I watch my last memory
Use sitting on the swing set
As little kids
I start to cry
I pull the trigger tight
I fall to the ground
With the thought of you
In my mind.