Him
He stood there,
Face hard, body cold,
She stood in front of him,
Screaming at the top of her lungs,
Tears roll down her cheek,
She held his hand against her chest.
"I'm Here, I'm Real"
Nothing. Silence.
His eyes just stared ahead,
Body still as stone,
So she finally let go and stared back,
For what serves a body with no soul?
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