Lonley

I wrote this poem in class when we had to look at those pictures. Again this is another sad poem. And no he did not shoot his wife.

He walked through the door and there he stood
He felt like no one was there but him and her
He held the thing that he had left
Which was the ring of her high school past
He remembers her laughter and her sadness
He can almost feel the madness
He feels like it is all his fault
Just because of a stupid shot
He wonders how he will sleep
He only has that ring to keep
He doesn't want to leave,
He just wants to stay
But he can't do anything because there she lay
He looked one last time before they took her
Now he walks with no one but her soul