Last Shot

Empty eyes,

Cold hands,

Gripping the pen

As I sign my name.

My hand tightens 

Around the handle.

It's all set,

Everything is ready.

With a last look around,

I close my eyes

And press the cold muzzle

Against my temple.

No one is home,

It is the perfect time.

I lightly place my finger

Over the trigger.

A whisper escapes my lips,

"Goodbye."

And with a bang,

It's done.