July 22, 2011
She looked back.
Over her shoulder.
Just to check.
Just to see if it still hurt.
Just to see if he was still there.
Just to see the memories.
They were lost.
They were gone.
The good was replaced with the bad.
The beauty of it disappeared.
She lived for now.
She lived for tomorrow.
She could no longer see them.
She could no longer see him.
She listened to a song.
How dare she?
How dare she test it?
Test the peace.
Test the tranquility.
Test the ease of her mind.
But it didn’t matter.
The song meant nothing.
Nothing more than itself.
The song wrote out its own stories.
She was free.
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