"I'm over here "

He called out to the cops as they 

With their guns at their hips like soldiers circled the garage 

She was going to leave him 

Because recently his behavior was different 

She had taken a few strokes across the face and wasn't about to take more 

Slowly she would take the boxes she told him

Maybe it was his slow attempt to push her away because he had a gun rattling for his attention on a drawer somewhere

"It wasn't because she was going to leave me" he had stated in the letter 

And on Facebook it says in his status that he loves wood, and Cindy

She could hear the gunshots from where they had put her in the back of the police car And he requested to not be remembered at all 

Cremation

No gravestone 

No funeral 

I was probably mixing my Mac and cheese over Lindsey's stove when it happened or taking in air as I slept 

And his spirit was leaving his body 

Cindys hands pressed to her face 

_You can never save a man he must resolve it himself