Love Lost


she ran her fingers through
the shimmering water
breaking the lake into
ripples, as if laughter;
she caught a glimpse of
the reflections flashed
making her long to say 
what’s in her heart, unabashed;
she stood alone, waiting
by the tiny brook
to capture him in 
what could be a last look;
she walked over to
the bench by the side
and calmly held her face
in her hands and she cried.

3 Comments

  1. Why cry da? Cry bad. No cry 🙂

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  2. 🙂 Yes, no cry. But She Cried, now what to do!

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  3. Love the tears and the laughter!

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