Gone

She never missed him, until he went away.

Love and trust, more everyday.

One day he broke that trust, missed her love and forever will.

He knew and never told her.

Now she cries alone at night.

Through thick and thin she made it, but half alive and by herself.

She went to hell and back.

Sampled death and toyed with life.

Never again, she thought.

Running through her head

were thoughts of hate.

Never would she trust another.

Tell her where to go and what to do.

They can’t tell her anymore.

She is gone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written in 1997.

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