Gone

Ticks of the clock,
Thoughts of the block,
Full me with guilt and shock.

A wink of the eye,
As he passed by,
Showed me how much he
loved I.

Passionate thoughts,
Anger gets caught,
Bullets were shot through the gun that he bought.

Days go,
People know,
Pitiful stares in the window.

The tick slows,
The eyes close,
Nobody knows,

For it was I.