Antebellum
She has left my bedroom lately. Lately?
It was long ago. She has taken my guitar with her.
But history has slipped out of memory.
I am not prepared for a reckoning.
Is it a time for uninterrupted grief.
This no bitter recompense for no fault done.
The Tigers beat the Angles 4 to 1.
***A song for Lulu
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