Poetry / Loneliness

The girl stands in the crowd
Everything moves around her but she is-
So still.
A little lie
A small smile
The truth
Pain.
A bird is singing in a dead tree.

She used to sit and listen for hours
To the piano in the empty room
Sometimes he let her sit next to him.

He used to hold her hand
And run away from the waves with her.

The snowflake lands on a child’s nose
Causing the child to cross her eyes to see.
Trying to see
By looking
Differently.

Her hair is pulled back so elegantly
A stray strand drifts into her flawless visage
And she weeps.
She sought so long for-
What she obtained was-
Nothing.

She is young and angry.
A single tear forms in her eyes
As she stares up at the ceiling.
His shoulders move over her
So handsome and strong
But all she can feel
Is not what was promised
But that snowflake
That single snowflake.

The waves now beat against her
The bird is screeching
The smile is mocking
The piano out of tune.

All she can feel is-
Loneliness

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