She is on her own
for eternity,
a solitaire of maturity,
choosing this way
because he is gone
to discover
his own sweet destiny.
Without his words
that were never spoken,
without his eyes
tha pale moon was broken,
the sun was hidden
with clouds of grief
when he left her
with a blood red leaf
on forever open page.
Waf
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