For Her

My soul cries out for her,
my eyes, they sting for her.
But she leaves,
and all I want;
is for her to be here again.
She walks away and I do nothing.
I don't want her to go,
but I am powerless in her presence.
Once she's gone I sit and cry,
trying to remember;
the memories of her face,
of her soft touch and her eyes.
But the memories, they fade,
and I'm left waiting
for the one who walked away.

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1. Tatiana says:

   exquisite!