He left at a quarter to one
That bitter cold fall eve
Screaming lines of rage
On a breathe of whiskey
I reached for him
He pushed me away
I ran after him
He drove off
He left the gun drawer empty
As he drove into the night
Fumbling with his pistol
With words of suicide
What do you think
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This poem strikes a cord with me b/c of something from my life before - but anyways, I won't ramble
I really enjoyed how this poem was some what short, but still put across a tragic story full of imagery and wonder behind it. You feel invested in the people featured in the poem, you are left wondering about them - wondering what happened. Which means you are a good story teller as well as poet, which, believe it or not, can be a very big difference, and is all to much what we see. At any rate, this was a very good poem, and look forwards to reading more of your work in the future!! 
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You expressed this well..
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