From The Grave

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"Nothing is more sad
            than the death of an illusion. "
                                        -Arthur Koestler

My eyes avoided
Each desperate glance.
       My ears unheard
       Your bloody apologies.

Though your touch
And your promises,
Lingered forever,
     Time had made things
      much easier for me.

Gone, was that poor
And helpless soul
Who thrived on your appreciation,
             
          She lived no more.

But from the edge of her coffin,
Sometimes the tables turned,
And she found herself, longing,
For a single glance,
                         Once more.

But your eyes avoided
      Each desperate glace,

And your ears unheard,
         Each bloody apology...




Thank you...

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