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told in all honesty
it cut a swift sharp trail
through her
bleeding cold heart

she watches
his lips telling his story
eyes fill overflowing
sad little tears fall
deadly arrow
striking touch

left with no choice
there in the shop
long after he departed
staring at the empty chair
sitting at the quiet table
filled with
hollowed cries too deep
to trust the sound

aching hard
her heart dropped
all pretense
of make believe

at home
closing the door
alone she considered
her options

resting on the
cool quiet tile
her new dress
drenched
in wet tears
sobbing if only