Wren

poem

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he looked in a way that
only she would understand
it was quiet and painful..
smiles were dead, silence was hurtful

pain drilled her eyes
heading low, sinking towards
all the pain
they have gone thru
this one she not knew

eye lids closed, cheeks cold
she just wished he had told

his reasons for giving up

words could have been forgotten
but silence.. no it cannot be forsaken…

she dreamed for heartlessness

whatever breath left with her

she walked away, dull and worthless

she wished he had

looked up and said

“goodbye sweetheart”

to ease her demise

no… but… no…

she turned around disbelieving

he was lying on the bed

his head turned to right

watching the wren on the window trim

as it pecked lovingly with the sun beam

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