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When You're Gone

written by: L.M. Giannone



You were but a bud that once blossomed
now wilting in my hands
like a dried up, dead rose
in the morning when you’re gone
all I’m left with is our stained bed
and memories of time gone by
and my heart on the floor
twisted and shattered



L. M. Giannone is a writer and poet living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Originally from Southern Connecticut, Lisa transplanted herself in California to escape the harsh winters and summers of New England.
She is the author of No Vacancy, a collection of humorous personal essays, and A Touch of Noir, a collection of short stories written in noir style. She has two books in the works for 2017 publication.

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