Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
He looked at her
seeing someone else,
someone ideal,
someone she couldn’t be.

He depended on her,
someone to be useful,
someone who’d wait
when he was with someone else.

He looked for her,
but she wasn’t there,
she’d looked in the mirror
and seen herself.

©October 2017, March 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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