She stands before me in light and shade,
a mere fragment of the past.
With fingers so slim and wrists so thin,
I could snap it in a whim.
She stands before me in light and shade
with a figment of a smile.
That tells of dreams and broken hearts
she could never hope to mend.
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She stands before me in light and shade
as light carves misery in her face.
Large eyes and hollowed cheeks —
even I could feel a twinge.
She stands before me in light and shade,
a mere fragment of the past.
Only a photograph —
A faded photograph —
Of my love taken away by him.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.