Spitfire

Your car sits

In the garage

Gathering dust

I can’t drive it

It holds too many

Memories of yesterday

Of when you were with me

When we were a family

When there was love

Now you’re gone

And it is such a tragedy

Struck down too young

By poisoning yourself

Day by day

Bottle by bottle

Drink by drink

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – garage

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