Oblivion

The bomb had detonated one hour before,
It was now the aftermath of the explosion.
With the door wide open,
They entered,
Past the unfed cat,
Broken glass,
Pieces of furniture,
Walls stained with organic colours,
An overflowing kitchen sink, pouring water into every orifice.
There he was,
In the living room,
A lifeless body,
Staring blankly at the broken television.
He was seriously hurt,
A wound deeper than was originally thought possible.
They tried to remove the impaling item from his hand,
But he refused to let go.
Her scent still lingered on the paper,
Oblivious to everything, but those written words flashing before his
eyes.
Over and over again,

-I'm Sorry-