I got my gun and shot you dead.

What looked like ketchup,

poured from your head.

And your chest.

And I didn't breathe,

Until you stopped breathing.

I stood there while your chest was heaving,

And still you stretched out to me.

I waved my gun in your face.

You were always so nice.

I am an ingrate I know.

So now you're gone.

Silence surrounds.

And I am alone.

finally

alone

with no loveable clone.