Mocking Bird

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Love's Sorrow

Memories scroll past closed eyes.

Insistent.

Inescapable.



Words replay in hushed whispers of wind.

Haunting.

Undeniable.



Heartbeat reverberates in the silence.

Pounding.

Aching.



Breath escaping parted lips.

Longing.

Yearning.



Hands grip tightly to sheets.

Rebellious.

Prideful.



Tonight, I will not think of him.

Tonight, I will not miss him.

Tonight, I will sleep.



A rooster crows.

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