a pome to a love lost
5:08 p.m.

she speaks to her love in whispered tones.

shares her memories of days gone by.

she prays he'll see her for who she is.

his smile is his reply.

yet his look is of sadness as her happiness melts

and her coolness subsides.

she shrugs off his hug and tears spring to her eyes.

she leaves in misery yet blossoms in hope

knowing there are tohers.

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