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Apr 2015
The silence
As she stands in the bathroom
With a bottle of pills
She blinks twice, three times
Then she gets the chills
She falls to the floor
With a marker in her hand
An hour goes by, two, then three
When there's a knock on the door
"Maria, please" her moms voice pleads
"There's someone here to see you"
"Maria?"
The door opens slowly
"There's a boy here to se-"
She stops mid-sentence as she watches a corpse
"Maria!"
"My baby"
Her mom looks up
A tear rolling down her cheek
"Jack it's you, it's always been you, too bad you couldn't see"
The writing enveloped the mirror
"Jack,come here please"
Jack walked thru the door
A note in his hand
"You have been number one, since day one. Maria I love you "
Maria
Too bad you couldn't see
This poem although didn't take me long it means a lot to me ✌️Enjoy ☺️
radyetsad
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