She tried
to act the part
Believed that love would grow
It only grew more cold, then died
She left.
He breathed
It was the first time in a while
He waited for the pain
It never came
He smiled.
submitted for napowrimo, Day Five, Cinquains
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
5 comments:
These were fun! Nice job!
Great writing today!! Thanks for sharing.
smiles...it is nice when the pain doesnt come, when we expect it
I think I like him.
This makes me think about my son and his now ex girlfriend.
Great poem
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