I saw you once more, on a date with another.
I wonder how you’ve been, in lieu of our embrace.
Do you see me how you did? With beauty and with grace?
Or did your insides curdle and twist with the agony;
Of seeing your lost love’s tortured face?
A rose wilts quick and easy, but you never withered.
Stood strong in the storm, never showed any dither.
While my sparkle dimmed, my luster washed out;
Drowned and battered, unable to shout.
“Aurora”
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
I saw you once more, on a date with another.
I wonder how you’ve been, in lieu of our embrace.
Do you see me how you did? With beauty and with grace?
Or did your insides curdle and twist with the agony;
Of seeing your lost love’s tortured face?
A rose wilts quick and easy, but you never withered.
Stood strong in the storm, never showed any dither.
While my sparkle dimmed, my luster washed out;
Drowned and battered, unable to shout.
“Aurora”
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