All the new thinking is about loss
How he wants out but can't escape.
He could have shown us the world through his eyes
But it's too late now. He's gone from our sight,
Never to return. Only thoughts, memories.
He was a great man, many would say,
Bringing on new ideas, he had so many more!
Lost are the things that could have been,
But now will never be.
Taking it all in, his wife holds out
To the world, not ready to dive back in.
She waits and waits for something more
But can't find what she is hoping for.
The murder is still on the loose,
I think she wants to be caught.
Waiting for someone to figure it out,
That's all she is hoping for.
Her ways are too much to bear.
Treacherous, in a sea of tools.
Looking for answers, she finds the worst of herself
Despicably placing her hand on the piece.
They always kept the gun in the tool box,
He said it was just for protection.
She holds it close. Its cold steel feels the same
As the night she pointed the barrel at him.
Wandering back to the house, she cries
For the next crime about to be.
She whinces in pain as she lets go
Of the trigger, after she pulls it.
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