Some love

She sat there,

Always waiting,

Wondering,

And gazing

At the emptiness.

And it did not matter

If it rained or snowed;

All she ever saw was

His blood smeared hand

Waving out to her,

And all she ever heard was

Her name, faint

Midst the loud report of the pistol.

 The redhead lived

With the trail of red blood

Ever since that day.

The past pending,

In every fiber of her being,

Her only wish

To lose herself

One more time,

In his loving embrace.

She lived on, with her love

Dancing in the shadows

Of that evening autumn fire.

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