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What do I do,
when my love stops loving me?
Her love faded.
Gone like the wind.
Years it sustained.
Then poof,
not to be found.

What is it,
when you’re crying
but your eyes are dry?
No tears are falling.
A waterless cry.

I do not know what to do.
Draped in sadness.
Broken heart.
Cut it out,
put it in a frame.
Call it art.

I want the pain to go away.
It’s attached to me,
twisting within.
Take my heart,
give it a rinse.
Clean off of the hurt.
Put it back in.

A reminder that some love,
comes to an end.

© Maurice Blocker 2020

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