–
Her eyes were bleak but dry,
Staring unseeingly ahead
Wondering how to cry
And mourn, the man who left.
–
Searching for the meaning
Of going on living,
Devoid of dreams
Waking nights in screams;
Delving back and again, into that past
Yet not reaching it,
Regaining consciousness fast
Into present that never fit.
–
That was another life
Living as his wife.
Drugging kisses and endless laughter
Braving storms, all together;
Walking down the beaten path
Clasping hands in the dark;
Sharing happiness and simple joy
A simple love of a girl and a boy.
–
She thinks she needs to die
To survive this travesty of life,
From alone to together
And back being alone, again.
–
The tears never come
No feelings breathe
No umbrage, no sheathe
All is raw, all is empty.
–
Thinking of all that was gone,
Thinking of their own little song,
Thinking of what was, once
She lifted a hand in a trance,
And touched her swollen abdomen —
The tears came then.
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~ with love ~
~ with love ~
Maverick Misfit 