She looked down with guilt filled eyes, like she'd committed a cardinal sin.
She said
" He asked me for dance yesterday."
Her voice now raspy and shaky "and I said yes."
He didn't respond.She spoke again
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to. But I had to.
I've stopped searching for the whys.
I don't look for the hows to make the impossible happen anymore."
He didn't respond.She then whispered
with dampish eyes "Because you're never coming home."
and placed the bundles of flower on the cold headstone craved with his name.
He didn't respond.
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MUSE
PoetryHighest ranking : #45 in poetry "Muse" is just a short compilation of my writings which if you may like to can regard as poems and proses. This is a work of pure fiction, names and places used are completely fictional. (It may contain amateur wri...