In the back of the attic

attic

In the back of the attic

In the back of the attic

it sits and haunts her

In the back of the attic

it quietly mocks her

Ever present

Here and never gone

Never changing

Always a reminder

In the back of the attic

the memories are too great

In the back of the attic

it sits and waits

She killed him

He will never leave

She stopped him

Now he can’t hurt

In the back of the attic

the gun sits

In the back of the attic

she never forgets

It was her against him

He would have won

It was she who grabbed the gun

Life was given and taken

In the back of the attic

his laughter dies

In the back of the attic

she was set free

He is gone

No one would convict

She loved him

If he just didn’t hit

In the back of the attic

she cannot forget

In the back of the attic

he won’t leave

She feels the guilt

He lost, she won

She hates the end

He deserves to be gone

In the back of the attic

the love was never found

In the back of the attic

she learned his love was not sound.

                             ~AM

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One response to “In the back of the attic

  1. WitchMerle

    Le sigh… I love this one!

    Liked by 1 person

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