If he was gone, life would go on.

She knew this to be true.

There was something wrong with her.

She had suspected it for quite some time…

But he had been so kind,

and there had been no other.

Always a question, this lack of lovers:

him being the first to look her way.

She excitedly acquiesced to take his hand.

Perhaps there would never be another man.

After so many years though, you begin to see flaws.

Truth scratching away with sharp claws

Till it breaks through the blinders

And she sees glimpses of reminders

Of how it felt to be alone for a moment

Of how the hunt was much more

interesting than catching the prize.

He too must feel that way.

She thinks she would see it in his eyes.

She would, she thinks, if he would only look at her again.


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