"Her Loss"

SHELLE DALE

 

Her crying once languid but now booming in a recent rash,
The tears gaining strength and the face increasingly hotter;
Tears falling and fizzling fast like molten ash
Landing abruptly in a pool of silken water.
Drifting ever so softly in a stream flowing down the face
Of the griever who has known him since she was a young child;
Forming a sequence that succeeds in leaving a trace
Of the sorrow she yearns to disguise through self-denial.
She thinks no one fully understands the agonizing pain,
And chooses not to reaveal the sadness the tears betray;
Only the lone blossom slowly carried away by the rain
Knows the torture of these long, black days.
Awaiting the future day when they meet once more
And destiny makes its expected way to her desolate door.

 

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