The old man woke up
He woke up in the middle of the night
He rolled over
He looked at
He looked down on
His sleeping wife
He picked up
He picked up the pillow
He put it down
He put it over
Over the face of his sleeping wife
So that no breath could come in
He ended her life
The Alzheimers was over
He put down the pillow
He turned on the light
There she was
Motionless and peaceful
For over fifty years
She'd been his wife
He swung his legs out
Put his boots on
Grabbed a jacked
Went out into the night
Walked and walked
The that orange bridge
That golden bridge
It was two a.m.
The old man pushed the button
He got permission
To walk
In his pajamas and his boots
To the other side
The other side in Marin
The old man got to
He got to the middle
Where the cables hung low
The City shimmered
Blackness shown deep down below
He took his boots off
He had killed his best friend
He never made it to Marin
