Misdemeanor
Discovered on a iced early morning,
Cold and quiet no warmth adorning.
His face a frame of an empty vessel,
Officials ask and mentally wrestle.
His possessions inspected, and cleared,
His husk analyzed and details are weird.
No signature of violence nor accident,
More officials, with answers inadequate.
Puzzled and bothered with this case,
Authorities eventually exit this maze.
No answers offer a comfortable rest,
They all investigated, even the best.
The officials quit and could never know,
His heart slayed him when it knew she’d go.
EaS
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