A shot rang out
and ended the flame
of one that I love still.
Two men standing,
maybe shouting words in anger.
One peaceful, friendly,
the other, with a gun,
Aimed, ready to kill.
One I was to marry once,
the other, well,
He's past and forgotten.
With him not even the bed was shared.

Now I have no chance
Now my time is up
I have no way of telling him I cared.

The phone rang.
A voice said he was dead.
Now I am overcome by sadness,
but no more tears will be shed.

Written by Becca Carty

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