letter and a ring

i came home this morning

i looked around

i called out to my darling

but not a sound. and there upon the table

by an old love magazine

was a letter from my baby

and a golden wedding ring. the table told a story

i can't forget

a half a cup of coffee

and a half smoked cigarette. i could see she'd waited

hoping i'd come home

but some coffee and the cigarette

told me that she was gone. i opened up the letter

and read the tear-stained lines

my world for me was ending

right before my eyes. she said

i set you free now