This poem (👆🏿), only the Lonesome Dove has now been shot and killed by hunters. This particular dove was completely left behind, though. Was its corpse even seen? I don’t know.
I don’t care. I’m too alone to care that the poor dove wasn’t even eaten. Say a few words nice words for it please. Say a few nice words for me, too.
We’re both too weary to give much of a crap anymore.