In the island of Mediterranean Sea call Mallorca, (Spain) Formentor, have a vertical cliff looking down to rocks below that the sea has carved into reaching up menacing fingers.
The Colonel was there...

They said that suicide is painless…

Mallorca’s Formentor six hundred feet high
pointing towards a very long agonizing drop,
the Colonel was so full of wrenching sadness
that from the very top he let his thought fall
to be torn to shreds by hard granite fingers
leaving it at the bottom like a wailing ghost.

Southern Belle wasn’t around, capricious life!
Didn’t want to them to stay together anymore?
Wrinkled with age that old weakened oak tree
with naked branches that challenged the sun not,
absent leaves, birds nest and few engrave names
standing there, no falling, hold back by the rocks.

Tempting abyss with a no promised tomorrow
but a sudden painless death? “Where’s my love?”
the Colonel ask himself as he looked down,
“where all those white cotton fields are gone?”
as the eyes looking down saw all his bitter tears
coming together to hammer pain on wet stones.

Illusions, like feathers filling your bed’s pillows,
where your head will rest for dreams to come,
as you lay down, the naked and solitary skin feel
the gossamer fingers that are around no more
and the delicate touch of wind on your lips
when you remember the last kiss you ever got.

Summer, ask summer where are all the butterflies
that flew with greeting wings for your welcome?
Solitude, couldn’t have it just a little tiny thing
to put by our side so we wouldn’t feel so alone?
Why the world rely in so many happy smiles?
Why it doesn’t have for the unhappy…some?

A drop of rain suddenly it the fingers of the hand
the Colonel had resting on the edge of the last stone,
not a cloud in the skies, shy evening stars only
perhaps someone was crying in that sky above;
with his lips he dried that sudden and sad greeting
telling him that someone, somewhere, was in love.

Six hundred foot drop, solitude had not a chance,
no wings needed to fly, or to walk needs no shoes,
just take that imaginary loving stretched hand
and go together where no one has been before,
where eyes will have forever no cause for tears
and the heart’s wound will bleed, not any more.