Why?
This question hangs in my thoughts firmly.
Why?
I stand here by your grave.
Why?
A layer snow lies on it and on the snow is one red rose.
Why?
You died, because you wanted to protect me.
Why?
One tear channels the way over my cheek and then falls into the snow.
Why?
I have a fear of that what I want to do.
Why?
You, the love of my live, went, without I could say to you, how much I love
you.
Why?
I take my weapon and hold it by my temple.
Why?
This is the only way, how I can be again with you.
Why?
I fire.
Why?
The bang breaks through the almost uncanny silence.
Why?
I slump lifelessly on your grave.
Why?
My weapon falls from my hand.
Why?
A small trail of blood makes its way ontop of the white snow.
Why?
I'm dead, I know it
"Why?"
Your voice breaks the silence.
Why?
I stand up and look around.
Why?
Beside me on the ground somebody lies, Me; Dead.
"Why?", you ask again.
You simply stand there and I point down at my lifeless body.
"Why do you ask? Because of you. I not wanted to be no more alone."
Why?
You come to me and take me in the arm.
Why?
Now I am again with you.
Why?
You free yourself again of me, take my hand and together we leave.
Why?
Away from your grave and away from my corpse.
Why?
Therefore!