The morning draws near,
a cup between her
hands.
She watches as the leaves
fall from the trees
and ponders
the many things that
she has faced.
Love, loss, heartache, joy,
the birth of new life,
the hope in new
love,
the sadness when it ended and
the joy that comes in the morning
after the sorrow of the night.
He sits at the light,
waiting,
pondering how
he lost her.
The one who listened
to him
when he was down,
the one who
gave him
everything; everything
he ignored.
Never did he look
to see what he had
only longed for what he no
longer did.
He has experienced so much
in his life, he
has forgotten the joy
in the simple moments of
life.
He lost what he should have kept
and now while the light is red
he ponders how he
lost.
Life and love
bring about
things we can't see
when its right in front of us.
She sees a man lost in his own
pain and misery while he sees
what he no longer has.
She prays for him each and every
night,
He hides behind a wall
and drowns her memory each
and every night.
It is only in the dawning of a new
morning
do they realize what
they no longer have.
He wishes for a way back,
she wishes for a mend
to her broken heart.
Guarding it,
keeping it hidden
for no one else to
find.
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