Some, times
Sometimes the hits come softer but the hurt lingers longer.
Life is a cabaret of millions of emotions, songs and dance targeted to impress the strangers. Best friends are forgotten, promises are broken and sacred vows ignored.
Hearts can be broken in so many ways, scars are made and are here to stay.
I see her eyes with poetry in shades of brown, black and red.
She walks away, door is closed, no words are said.
Some times endings come disguised as greetings.
Sometimes...I think about her and I'm sure i am forgotten.
But perhaps a tune, an aroma or a simple phrase can bring her a memory of me .... I hope you are happy, I hope you are living free. But I do hope you smile if you ever, when you ever, think about me.
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