Leaving her in cries of dispair,
while off to another affair
as a missing half to another’s bliss

he took off on a shooting star
to be reclaimed by someone
else’s prayerful wish

without a second look or trail
of clues; her hurt completely ached
her alone down to barely exist

making remarkable history in her world
by loving and crashing it
so seriously like this

she’s so scornful now
with her damaged heart,
recreating reborn regrets

the last she saw of him was
his frosted back and dark hands
holding love strings from her chest

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