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His soul was angry
But yet he did not cry
She had gone away
Without so much as a goodbye.
No letter or note
Was left to read
Looks as she left for good
A point he had to concede.
Barring a miracle
From the heavens above
She was gone
And taken all her love.
He stood silently
Staring out the door
She was gone
And he wouldn't see her anymore.
He sat on the porch that night
Slowly lit a cigarette
It was all too quiet
About as lonely as life can get.
The night was here
Nothing left to be said
So he turned out the lights
And went to bed
(c)2008 T. LaFountain
