Your hand stole her pen
That had written
Pages of goodbyes
Because your smile stole her heart
That had forgotten
How to believe in loving herself.
Your hand called their number
In the middle of the night
Because He showed you
How to grasp reality.
You  didn't stop
One last time
To pray,
Your right hand on
The trigger,
In the palm of His
Righteous right hand.
No one had the time to
Steal the weapon
And no one had the time
To take away the gun.
Now everyone is clutching
Pieces of grief,
Realizing how empty-handed
Letting go feels.

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