Gone

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Gone
-Linda Lee Lyberg
The bullet went deep
Punctured to my soul
And left me unable to breathe
My broken heart bled
A young widow’s blood
Consumed with frightening grief.

As I stared through the window
You lay on the floor
Your limbs all akimbo
I knew you were gone
Never again to play
A guitar with hands so nimble.
And there on the floor
Was the love we shared
The future that we dreamed
A hopeful life once beautiful
Until the bullet hit its mark
For our love was not what it seemed.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg

Puncture

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