I don’t know where we found it, that hotel upon the hill
And I couldn’t even swear which year it was, and still…
I remember the coast, the sea, the sand in her eyes and hair
All she’d do was laugh with glee, so happy to be there.
Great view all along the shore, made us both relax and smile
Over now it is no more; longingly I contemplate a while.
I sit and stare at a soulless room, broken shutters, a boarded door
Drinking tea in the attic gloom, dusty beams, a dusty floor
The rope is ready with a noose, my head slips neatly in
Stool kicked, set loose, rope tight, breath gone, body wafer thin.
A key went in the lock but she found no one at home
Thought I was out, her rock, away somewhere on my own
Then she heard the clunk click upstairs in our empty roof space
Got to me in the nick of time, and hit me hard across my face.