She cannot say it
They met - she saw - he might've been real
In moments she stroked his cheek
Wrapped presents with bows
Told him thoughts and waited for his
That never came
Alone alone alone she was
In his company
The fingers that scribbled those cards
To her for her
But he never with her
Wouldn't kiss her
Just a prize, her
Three years time, her
Twenties gone and gone, her
And in them never loved her
And here she's
Colored in the fall,
And sad,
But fine
And fine.
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