The end of a circle

A lump in the throat,

he begins to choke.

She cut him down to raise another high,

swore she loved him then turned a blind eye.


The tears began to stream,

all down his cheeks.

"If she really did love me,

why did she leave?"


An empty hand,

no one will understand.

Alone again in a room.

A romance had happened all too soon.



The End

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