An American Story

Blood rained down like teardrops
Down her cheeks and to the floor
Her head was resting on my lap
And she took breath no more

Love as fleeting as the sun
Cares as wasteful as moonlight
I made a promise there
To make things right

I arose to meet my destiny
I awoke like a beast in heat
I reached for the gun on the floor
And said goodbye to my sweet

Angie . . . .
            Angie. . . .
                        Angie . . . .

My own voice echoed in my head
Like thunder pulsing through my ears
I wiped my own tears on my shirt
And went to face my fears

"I'll be back my love."
My voice like sandpaper
The gun felt like a brick
The weight of my promise to her

My boots creaked across wooden boards
My thoughts ran like a river
Never stopping but going nowhere
Treading aimlessly forever

My shirt was red with her
Angie's life had spilled out on me
I wrung the shirt with my empty hand
And set her spirit free

A song was playing soft and barely heard
It drifted in like a spring time breeze
This musical wind strolled through my open door
And set my mind at ease

I followed this breeze to the street
And left it as I found my car
Setting down on the driver's side
I looked back toward my open door

Angie. . . .
            Angie . . . .
                        Angie. . . .

Alone I left her there

I promise to
Who did this to you
Will meet the same fate

Angie. . . .
            Angie . . . .
                        Angie. . . .

Alone I left her there

Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2008

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