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.
