Tears run freely down her cheeks
as she watches from afar.
She shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching,
but she can’t make herself stop, leave.
Every second near them
is like a knife stabbing her flesh,
over and over and over.
Yet she stays.
Like a moth to a flame,
she is drawn to him.
There is no comfort, warmth anymore,
only flames that burn and hurt.
She needs to leave, move on,
but her feet won’t carry her.
So she watches
as her spirit slowly dies.
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