A soft ache.
I know it will be a moment, there may be a silent automaton moving, a mechanical action of completing things. Finding a quiet solitary personal space where I can sit and watch different facets of lifes load drop from me, like ice from a cloud. Where Im finally just the core of myself as I wait for my own grief to stalk my soul. Using lifes best moments to make a darkness so thick and a life so devoid of future tense that I am sure in that moment, there is no more to follow. In that last moment of still feeling the love lost, that moment of soft heart ache, I will quickly slide a half moon sliver of metal to the rear of a trigger guard and settle in to a winter that never ends.
A soft ache in my heart is how it starts and a moments breath is how it stops.