Smoking Gun

A tired man

His only sun, his utmost joy

The very blood in his veins

His late wife

Taken by another

In a fit of rage, alcohol-fueled

Her tree of life

Cut down in an instant

His cards are all out

From Ace of Hearts

To Jack of Diamonds

To the Deuce of Spades

Buried and gone is his bride

His hands hold a dim grey gun

Debating

Wanting

To join his lover once more