The look on his face
The tears in your eyes
Reflections of years
Ending in goodbye.

Little was said
To soften the blow
Wanting to leave
So anxious to go.

What’s left, what remains?
Confused and unglued
No reason, no rhyme
Nothing you could do.

She waits in the car
How long should it take
To end an affair
To admit a mistake?

You watch from the window
The car pulls away
You wonder what happened
Why? Why, today?

You drop to your knees
Slumped over to mourn
A picture of heartache
A woman now scorned.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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