She looks

She looks up and gazes

Not at the stars or sky

But at him

 

He sits there

Talking

Laughing

Smiling

 

What was so wrong about him?

 

Nothing

He is perfect

 

Everything

He is crude

 

She looks up and gazes

Not at the stars or sky

But at him

 

He sits there

Ignoring

Pretending

Disregarding

 

Meanwhile

She is shriveling slowly

 

What once he created

A beautiful red rose

Is now shriveling

 

She looks up and gazes

Not at the stars or sky

But at him

 

He is nothing.

Author's Note

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