A broken heart
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Evelyn Caceres,
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Poetry
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2007
There sits the girl
On the bench, in the freezing cold rain
Where the man of her dreams told her they'd meet
She waits in pain
Eyes tightning, hair curled
The sky darkens and it only makes her feel worse
It's late, it's cold
Had he set her up, had she been cursed?
No, she couldn't loose faith
But who is that in the distance?
A face that looks so familiar
It is the man of her dreams
She stands up, eyes bright
But who is he with, another girl?
Laughing and hugging while she watches them fade away
Into the darkness as a glistening tear trickles down her cheek.