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The day came,
the news came,
her destination broken,
the road
made hollow too soon.

a heart stopped,
each thought
an ache inside.

swept aside loneliness,
his place
forever absent,
a lifeline detached.

Wandering nights,
ghostly eyes
gazing blind,
moving slower,
compression in her chest.

Memories puddled
in her eyes
beside the road,
hand to pavement,
nowhere to go.

©July 2014, July 2022
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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