Your dog was left in her living room,
Still on his leash.
This the only note you left,
The only sign that something
Was horribly wrong.
Alone you walked,
The salty breeze blown
From the Pacific.
How long did you sit
Listening to the rhythm of the waves—
Your thoughts totally and forever your own?
Your last secret,
Under the stars, among the waves.
Why? Why didn’t you pick up the phone
Instead of picking up the gun?