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Only Her

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 25, 1999, 04:51

Copyright © 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


There she was, sitting across the room, a shade covering her eyes
And all else disappeared, as if in a dream
There was no sound, no temperature, no one else in my field of vision
Only her
And then she looked my way, only a glance
But that was enough to keep me hooked
Behind her shaded eyes, I thought I saw something
Something that gave me hope, and I watched her
Knowing I was incomplete
Knowing I was full of disappointment
And hope arose within me
Hope of something, anything better than what I knew
I still have that hope
And she is still sitting across the room
A shade remains over her eyes
And I am still in a dream
There is still
Only her



For K.L.M.



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