2010-10-08

Belated

I go through old photographs
To try and see into the emptiness you were
Hiding behind those eyes

I did not see the tears.

The warmth of the sun
Reminds me of that smile so long ago
Of a girl who once gave light to the world
But kept none for herself.

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