i ran back upstairs , and i led myself to the bedside table , to my surprise , i found a notebook , and read through it , poem after poem , it appeared as if i continued my writing , and in this situation for that i was grateful , but the last one is the one that shook me the most , i wrote in sloppy handwriting , and it was called , the line it was really short but the meaning was there , she walked away from me and rightfully so , even still why did she have to go , i pulled the trigger , even from 30 miles away , i drove her to the end , and now once i send her off , i will no longer stand in the resentment i feel in the mirror .