She turns her head
for she wishes not to be plagued by images
of my pain
in her dreams,
pulls on her hood to mask supernatural beauty,
turns, and walks away,
leaving my corpse to restlessly lie
on cold earth.
i find the strength to keep one eye open
just long enough to witness the distance grow
hopelessly praying
she will grace me with one final glance
with no such luck
i let
go
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