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Not Worth Dying For

I still mourn the man taken too soon
While making his way to my side
We were wild and reckless
Drunk on endless rivers of beer and love
But that is what made us

He pulled up in his yellow mustang
The roar of his muffler was my favorite sound
Roses of yellow and orange in his hand
To remind me I was his and he was mine
We were magnetic

The night was quiet as I lay in his bed alone
Waiting for the phone to ring
Watching for him to come through the door
But the highway had different plans
And I was left empty

As he took his last breath did he regret taking the ride?
Did he whisper my name? Was he afraid to die?
The guilt eats at me from the inside out
A beautiful life snuffed out like a flame
I was not worth dying for
Written by unapologetic
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Author's Note
I would appreciate any constructive criticism offered. I have dabbled in poetry on and off throughout the years but I would really like to get serious now. This is the first of my attempts to express a very painful memory.
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