watched her go. His sorrow showed.
Sweeping out in arcs from his green eyes.
Searching for the numbness of the skies.
His icy stares were all he chose to share.
He loved it when he didn't have to care.
Anonymous, a stroke of lightning flared.
He knew then that he'd let her slip away.
And there he lived, too all alone, the days
of losing all the love he'd never dared
to make reality...
? Michaelette ?
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