Last Cry... - Poem by Selene Bojorquez
With tears running down her face, wishing she was at her end, walks away from the pierce unforgettable scenery that brought her happiness to an end.
She looks past him not wanting to see his stare, but it’s too late she is now been consumed by his gaze.
How can she look away? How can she forget?
No. there is no answer for her.
With faces looking past at the two souls screaming each other’s eyes, she hopes for his lie to be understand.
No. she has to leave him behind it’s already too late he had done enough.
Wiping away her last cry, facade too weak to lookback, she walks past him and wishes for his stabbing gaze to fade.
It’s too late. It is over.
She takes another step, feels a touch in her arm, she is afraid to look back.
He never comes back.
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