Then he looked at her stare
To see the light was all gone.
Though she turned her face toward him.
She called him a killer
He brought her to the edge.
They looked out on the cliff
And ran side by side
Smiling, but crying on the inside.
They sit by the fire
With one arm inside,
Their hearts somewhere in the middle.
She pulls out her gun
Points it up at his heart
And shoots himself in the head
Before calmly walking away.
He steps back from the lens
And I comfort him still
The haunting lives inside us.
They carry on,
He carries on
Forever looking from the outside
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