Joy on her face amazes me
When she saw him entered our home
Thinking that finally, she's not gonna be alone
But everything vanished when he handed her a letter, looking hard as stone
That was also the time, I noticed he don't have his things
Not surprise, he's not staying, same feels
I just stared at them as he handed her a pen
Forcing to smile while reading what is written
"Take good care of her"
He pat my shoulder before abandoning the door
Leaving my mother in the depth of sore
Bursting out all the pain that she store for a long time ago
The paper she's holding fell on the floor, he already left her, forever
Making herself believe that everything will get better
Letting him go was the only good thing that I can offer
"He almost chose us. He almost did, daughter"
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Wretched Melancholy of a Gloomy Girl
General FictionA one shot narrative poetry about a recluse girl who had a long rollercoaster ride of her life, she loved and hated it at the same time.
