When I was first told about the man
She said she'd fallen in love with him
She found true love, the kind that made
Your heart skip a beat, when you stay too long away from them
The woman was said to be beautiful
Her tawny-black hair around her ears like tendrils
She was gone now, not dead yet
The woman had just left
Her disappearance stayed on the minds for years
Until her memory fades, over decades like old rotten pears
Sorbet, green, brown then black
She never came back
No portrait
No sketch
YOU ARE READING
Denim jeans, Satin dress
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