even from afar
I notice
the hurt in
her silver eyes
as the cold hand
of her love
leaves her fragile
cheek.
As he became
the crowd,
her lips said
the three
unspoken words.
They lingered in the air,
frozen in between
them.
But she still had small
hope that they
would whisper
in his ear.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
