Darkness comes.
She feels, alone.
He is no longer with her.
It was her fault.
She drove him away.
All was about her.
Never giving him what he wanted.
Her sobbing began.
She clutches his picture.
Wondering what to do next.
She was threw wondering.
It kept leading to ifs,
To buts, to no.
She wants to wonder he'll come back
But,
She sits,
Silently she waits for closure.
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Comments
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very well written. And closure is an important part of life and death.
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Good Job, and Good luck!
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