quiet, unknowing, creeping
like shadows from the unknown.
A shadow forms of what once was and
leaves a trail of relentless sorrow
hovering above his bowed head.
He doesn't wait for her
his bitterness like bile
spewing from his wicked tongue.
Soon she will vanish, just a trace of a kiss
left softly whispering against his lips. His tongue
mangled with words of what could have been.
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