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Your Choice, Her Price

The dice was cast

Colleen Millsteed
Moon Light Confessions

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A picture of a shattered woman with the shattered parts flying away behind her.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

The anchor that drags her down steals the breath from her lungs,
Stirring the memories, the scenarios of where it all begun,
As she awakens at the dawning of the sun, she feels,
And half asleep, the loss and pain roll through her mind in reels.

The shock of time wanders throughout her day,
The wind blows her tears and scores her heart in disarray,
Her feet pound the pavement of once upon a time,
Returning again and again to the days when all was fine.

Her reflection stimulates the ache that runs through her heart,
As she realizes your future is one in which she’ll not be part,
You have thrown her out with the trash, discarded and rejected,
Leaving her crumpled, weary, worn and totally dejected.

You never let her know that the last hug was to last her forever,
If you had, she’d have held a little tighter, a little longer, not wanting to sever,
One day, you will be hit with the traumatizing loss,
But on that day, you’ll finally realize the extremity of the cost.

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