Demise Of A Loved One.

Her words were like a bullet shot into the sky,

Hit you at the most unexpected times,

The day she left, it hurt him more than those bullets,

Because during those days her support was what he compulsorily needed.

Years had passed but her demise, 

On his heart, put a permanent stain,

Inscribed with the ink of love,

One that can’t be simply rubbed away.

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