The Stories She Couldn’t Live

Her smirks stay. Her smile blooms.
"What are their stories?" Her dark brown eyes sharpen.

Blonde girl with her joy for a new black floral dress,
The mix guy with his guitar and daily recording,
Wild community on their trip exploring the caves,
Two packs of cotton candy for a couple,
A gratification of winning from the swimmer.

She unspokenly speak,
telling how compelling all those stories.
Hence, she is now being asked what are her stories.

"I didn't. Stories-- I didn't."
"I sense feelings."
Her eyes looking back,
Her fingers slowly hold in fist.

Scenes moving rapidly inside her head.
The 2 a.m. stargazing, the breathlessly running,
The loud waves and laughs, held hands and songs,
and the bond of the people.

She replies with tears, telling the stories.
The stories she couldn't live.

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