Woke Up

Without a hint of noise,
She left,
Creeping slowly,
Day at time,
Like a line without a rhyme,

For her, I am forever gone,
New hope springs forth-
Old wounds will never heal,
As my heart lays still,
Beating one last time,

Keep thinking about the times,
The special moments,
Shared such long ago,
Was it even true?
A dream left unfinished.

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