All posts for the day July 17th, 2018
She entered the room: it was cold, bereft
No sign of him there? Just a lingering scent
Unnaturally quiet. She knew he had left.
The threats to go he had obviously meant
The tears came unbidden, first many, then less
Her love had been given, but lost as he went
She had won and then lost; and now came the pain
No such fortune, no new chance to love him again.
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