This Night

It was a cold night in Febuary
But the river was not iced over
like so many hearts
He grabs the side by side
Takes a stroll to the rivers edge
Watches the water flow in the moonlight
Almost calming but not enough
The trees along the rivers edge
Their boney limbs reach for nothing
Such is life
The moonlight is nice
Sound of the river soothing
The shadows of the boney limbs clinging
Has their comfort
But not enough to save
Turns his back to the river
Both barrels to the chest
Hammers drop
All is given.