The Single Life
I took his life on
Tuesday afternoon
on an odd day off from
working at the DSS
(where they were pretty
cruel to me, I must say)
and a brief but
expensive trip to London.
He was willing to go,
it was a mutual desire –
we'd been together long
enough
that one of us had to
go
or face the threat of
insanity
or suicide by eighteen
wheeler on the M1
(and who'd want to
clean that mess?)
A single pill to do the
deed
washed down with a
glass of wine.
I'd like to say it was
a good wine
but it was barely
mediocre, a lot
like his life, once his
partner had left him
and taken his two
beloved dogs.
He was happy to die,
and wished me well.
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