Apple butter toast and an acoustic guitar
What more could a simple girl like me need?
Sitting on the cold sand singing softly to myself.
Salty breeze coats my skin and strings,
Giving the music a hidden sad tone to it.

I can feel the icy sea start to lap at my feet
Chilling my toes and I force myself to not slide away.
Today will be the last day I play my music.
Foamy water soaks into my jeans,
I can feel the salt and sand carving little cuts on my
legs.

Take a few more bites of my favorite breakfast
Savoring the last taste of this world for one finally time.
Strum my guitar and hold it steady against the currents
They’ve reached my hips now,
I feel their fierce pull toward my impending fate.

When you wake up in a few hours time,
Wander ‘round the house confused and groggy
You’ll check my room and the porch, the living room and
den
Find my letter on the dresser try not to cry
I had no other choice.

I can see the sun start to rise as the tide drags me out
farther
Smiling slightly as I watch my guitar float a few inches
from me
I can feel the water enter my lungs and I don’t even
choke.
My legs sink first, I’m tossed like a rag doll by an angry
Poseidon,
Wave goodbye as I see your figure appear on the beach.

Lasting sound of your screams and the waves crashing over
me
This was such a stupid idea but there’s no turning back
now.
I’m reading the letter over in my mind, trying to remember
if I missed a word.
Recalling my last line my vision blacks out and I taste the
pungent water 
“When I do this, make sure no one cries at my funeral, its
not their fault I’m gone.”



Catt