Absent grave,
only bottled ashes on nightstand;
teddy bear once hugged weeps.
Smoking gun,
long, drifted to Heaven’s skies,
mixed with forgiveness,
transgression liberated.
But what of me?
Eyes seep blood,
taste of salt lingers;
forgiveness escapes me,
as death stains my skin evermore.
Holding you close,
life slipped out quickly;
the ultimate betrayal.
Destroyer of love and life;
despondency ravishing the soul.
Looking upon the Heavens,
resentment engulfs me,
peace is yours.
Such treachery to our union;
what do I do with this?
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