he grabbed her arm;
afraid
she wretched it out;
away

he gazed longingly into her trails
wished he never had to turn away
he hoped she'd stay in sight forever
wished she'll turn back


On and on she walked
the flowers on the ground
seem more worthy
than the shadow at the back

& when she was gone
he knew
at that instance
true and true

that it's gone and won't come back, ever

he blinked
a silent teardrop
lost;
forever

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m.c.h.i.a.| 10:20 PM |