My eyes, stinging from either exhaustion
or restriction of my tears.
Last night I dreamt of you returning after fifteen painful years.
Though when I look to your perfect face
I see something I cannot belong with,
my mind whispers you should not smile without me
and beside beautiful Elizabeth.
Her long, dark, chocolate hair, her striking eyes and tender touch...
How couldn't you fall in love with her?
An ideal match, hands fit when clasped.
You took her everything, and it meant more to you than mine.
You held onto hers, like the way you hold onto her.
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