Tears

Tears slide down the contours of her face,

Each one filled with reminders of the past.

When hearts beat as one and love was new,

But time is cruel and the story told as souls age and drift apart,

Is a forgotten one.

Time slowly descends on what once was, asking for nothing and promising

everything.

Attempting to fill a void…

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