They separated when they didn't even know who they were,
To each other they were long forgotten.
After twenty three years of doubting each others existence,
She caught a glimpse of her reflection blinking back at her.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
