Gone

I look at the path she took,
The footsteps she left behind,
The memories she left bleeding in my mind,
The pictures she left by her side of the bed,
Not even rock music can lock these thoughts out
She was gone, but she left a lot behind,
Weighing my soul down, tears formed,
And sometimes it was a crazy laugh that I remember,
And she was still gone.

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