it was the saddest look
upon his face.
the longing touch of his embrace.
the deepest wound upon his heart,
the greatest soul to tear apart.
such graceful hands
that carressed her skin,
hypnotic glare to make her grin.
the days were long
and night were short,
such magical connection
they would abort.
though both know why
they had to leave,
and force themselves not to believe,
destiny visible
truth behold
love abandoned, hate unfold.
now memories away,
dreams unite
she dream of him,
and he?
he might.
9:39 p.m. - 2004-12-21
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