29 décembre 2011
She tells her not to cry.
She tells herself not a coward.
She tells her he's just the spur.
But tears like a disconnected gate. Pour out
She is such a strong girl.
Even when the parents left her to forget childhood
She had never vulnerable.
Yet tonight how hard it is.
2 years, those happy memories all over again and over again.
Silent pain on the diffuse