This is a Tragic Ending.
I see her standing there,
ice from her eyes
breaking on the sidewalk
Warm,
and forgotten,
you feel no pain.
I hold her and melt her tears with
my breath, full of assurances that
it's not okay
but it will be okay
after the last page is turned
and after the book is placed down
and after she walks away.
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1 comment:
Fine job, Benjamin. Sounds like something to be read at a Poetry Slam.
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