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December 29, 2012
Sometimes, by chance or design,
she found herself in his home town.
Treading the pavements she imagined
he still trod, she saw his face in each
passer by, his smiling eyes, his wistful sigh,
his reluctant acceptance of their goodbye.
‘What was, what if, what could have been’,
thoughts jumbled into one. Time had not
diminished her longings, nor ever her sadness
gone, but on days like these she found solace,
though sadly, closure, never.
She went to her grave still loving him,
her one true love, forever.
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