Target Practice
Of course, there will always be that one
that leaves a smoking hole in your being,
a wound from a bullet
that was mistaken for love.
It is chastening to know that
that special person has quite forgotten,
nor will even note
your long disappearing trick.
More importantly, you now realize,
that it was you
who shot yourself.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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