Tired of smiling outwardly while tears pour forth from
depths hidden by sorrow's presence.
Sensing a silent death from beyond, waiting alongside
a couple, married for years, high school sweethearts.
A parting soon to come, sadly in the morning of a new
dawn.
Escaping thoughts, treading silently, so as not to
break the fragile strands of being for now.
(8: 53 p.m. - 11/28/09)
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