She was walking down the street
on her way to uptown at 3
AM when She saw a young boy
look just like you. He was sitting by
Her favourite tree with whom
She suppose was His lover.
She stared at His features and
admired every wrinkle when He smiled,
and every twinkle in His night sky eyes. She
then turned around and walked back home,
realizing rivers were flowing down her cheeks, and
the hollow in her chest ached harder
than She could endure. The
resemblance was too real for Her
recovering heart. Your name has been haunting
Her dreams, and Your voice, Her head.
He did not cause the stream to suddenly
fall after weeks of trying to forget
Your gorgeous visage, but You
did for breaking Her heart
when She needed You most.
