She sat quiet and motionless
lost on a broken bench
beside the rippling pond
soul sinking slowly but deeply
into the cool night air
The rest of the stars
so unaware of her hidden grief
continued to dance brilliance
and interrupt her thoughts
with their downward glance -
they shimmered too easily
Her glassy stare
hypnotized by the droplets of perfection
from a dimly lit fountain
barely recognized
the familiar shape they formed;
The mirror of her lonely years
or the delicate silhouette of her tears
that she wouldn't dare cry
Chilled to her tender heart
her knees drawn in tightly
to protect her aching chest
She ignored the bright moon
and his mocking joy
beaneath the stillness of her womb
This unforgiving sky
illuminated painful and vivid pictures
His hands
Her body
Her whispers
His touch
Their life
Her loss...
And the blissful moments
of their own private quiet nights
disappeared into the shadows
quickly and magically
like the soft light of the candle
gently extinguished
long after they had parted
with a loving goodnight kiss
She lowered her head to sigh
and knowing there was nothing waiting
but emptiness and a cold bed to share
with a fading memory
deceptively still warm to the touch
she decided not to try
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