Amanda Jonson - Death

Looking away a
Tear rolls down
She thinks of the
Tim spent together
Wondering why it
Ended, the frigid wind
Blows her hair
She looks back as
They lower him
She pulls her jacket
Closer as she softly
Whispers I love you
She walks away one
Last time without
Him by her side
She drives home to
Her empty house
She passes his picture
Tears fall, she goes
To their room as
She site down
Looking at his side
Knowing he won’t
Be there to fill it

Amanda Jonson

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