Nothing left but

Nothing left to do than read
Old messages from my phone
About how you were telling
Life to just leave you alone

 

Gues that includes me cause
You were gone without a trace
Now wondering what to do with
Pictures of not just your face

 

Nothing left but to chuckle
About some stuff you said
But when the rain is pounding
I remember the questions I had

Daily Prompt Challenge: Chuckle

 

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