Where is she now?


That sadden face, that stole my balance, left with this anchor of pain in my chest,
all dressed up in that awesome yellow evening dress, sitting all alone, stirred by
this fiery like wind inside of me, emotionally torn by her grieving sorrows so easily,
broken dreams and shattered tomorrows of which I have seen before. Who was she
that summoned the sky with flocking seagulls? All together crying out loud, as I happened
to stroll by, who stood lost by the shoreline, in her solitary lonesomeness, head hung low,
painted face of desperate sorrow buried away inside her cupped hands, burden by this
ceaseless melody of yesterday's musical incoming tide, with heartfelt misery towards
a colorful skyline, fast fading, turning into darkness eventually, and she left stranded
all alone, for I have been there too many times before.

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When abandonment strikes the heart