He Never Had The Chance Poem by Hillary Slosky

He never said good-bye
He never got the chance,
Because still he doesn't know
What happened those days ago.
Now I find myself questioning
If I should have waited
And put off the inevitable.
I know that he cared
But that didn't stop my hand
From completing the action
From which I can't return.
I know he'll find out soon enough,
But still this guilt wont stray.
I don't mean to take it back,
But just to let him know
that I'm laying cold and lifeless,
In a pool of blood and tears,
And plastered on my face is a smile
Merely because,
Happiness is a warm smoking gun.