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The silence is deafening
As she listens for a
Heartbeat of
Hope
In the cold
Dark night.

She remembers your touch
Like it’s
Seared
Into her soul,
And your warm
Kisses
That you whispered
Into her heart…

You are mine. 

Now, she is no more than
A forgotten thought,
Or just a sweet
Memory
Of desires past.

Now, her words
Ricochet into the
Empty room,
Onto blank pages
Left abandoned
On the cold floor.

With new scars
And fragmented
Dreams,
She will surrender
To a cold
Shattered heart.