suicide poetry

music i heard with you was more than music
there by the window in the old house
i gazed upon the glorious sky
the old songs
there's one that i once loved so much
made up of loveliness alone
when i go back to earth
master of human destinies am i
along the banks
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
uplifting, as the wind blew
noises that strive to tear
i love my life, but not too well
dear wife