Dead at 18

I heard her weep

Hear her still

Echoes over understanding

I had watched your building

Saw a light on

Top floor, never seen before

Was that you?

Was he a brother

or a lover

Lone car with parking lights

crawled up the alley

You were bringing him home

Tears for leaving

or pulling the trigger

 

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