Close

Tired eyes cry,

Pleading:

“Don’t make me go.”

“I beg you.”

But she had to.

I had to

Let her go.

Her earring fatened,

The only possession

She treasured.

I’ll treasure

This one last look

As she enters the dark

Forever.

Response Poem - Andria


By Andria

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