I fear I can't go on," she said,
  "I think I would be better dead."
  She knelt, she cried, I held her head.
  I thought I knew what she was feeling.
  She turned to close the door and I
  Assisted in a suicide.
  Now that she's on the other side
  I know what she was after. . .
  And I can wait.
  A cold and wet November's day.
  We lowered her into a grave,
  -I'd never seen her look so brave.
  Now worms consume her body. . .
  And I can wait.