Memories of the Dead

She haunts me
When the sun goes down.
And talks to me
Of the days long past.
Times of joy
Before all was lost.
Children at play
Lost in their innocence.
Her husbands kiss
Before he took a knife to her.

And I listen
To times when I was drunk.
Nights that I
Would pound her with my fist.
Children crying
Because of my angry roars.
The guts she had
To take my bottled friend away.
The night I
Ended her for loving me.