Eavesdropping
Ear against a crack in the door,
“I’m leaving, I don’t love you anymore”
“Please don’t go, I’ll try my best”
I guess the flame has been repressed.
She scurried, hearing the doorknob turn,
Hoping he’s lying, her stomach churns.
One last look, their eyes lock in place
No goodbyes will be spoken,
No more happy face.
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2019
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