Remnants

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No more tears,

No more joy

No more nothing

At all.

I stand,

I breath,

I cry,

I dread.

You fall,

You choke,

You lie

Cold; dead.

Stiff muscle,

Empty lungs.

Cold blood

Still heart.

.22 bullets.

A revolver

Tore it all

Apart.

It's over

The End.

Goodbye

My friend.

You left

We grieve

A tombstone

Cold marble

Stark against

Winter-washed

Grasses, dead.

As you

All that

You were.

All that

You could

Have been.

Lain to waste

In such

Unfathomable,

Bottomless

Loathing.

How could

You feel

Like this?

How could we

Not have known?

Where did the

Roads cleave

In two

Ripping you

Into such

Dark, hateful

Directions,

Stealing you

From us

Lusting after

Cold metal

A cure-all

To the

Disease

You thought

You had—

We all have—

Humanity.

Where did

We go

Wrong?

When did we

Let go of

Your hand

A safeguard

From what

Stands now

Before us like

Harsh reality

To eyes far

Too young

Shorn of innocence

That should

Still be intact.

But isn't

Because you left

Like you did:

Cold steel,

Sleek metal

A gun

An end.

The end.

Of life

Of you

Of we

Of us.

No time

Left.

Even your gun

Will rust.

Nothing

Lasts

Forever

But some things

Do last

Awhile.

You could have

But didn't.

Oh well.

Can't turn back

Time, can't

Undo the past.

Life has no

Erasers.

Forgotten

At last.

It's over.

Nothing more

To say.

Can't breath.

Can't cry,

It's all through.

Goodbye

To the you

That I once

Knew.

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L. Kantenseter