Walking shotgun


Call her Mrs Gone but not forgotten

She leaves a hole like a shotgun

This house just isn’t the same

Lingering lipstick stains

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Mrs Gone but not forgotten

On the other side of the horizon

My sunrise is her sunset

But the same sun nonetheless

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Mrs Gone but not forgotten

You left me with no options

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