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A fulfilling and incomplete love story

You looked at me.
I turned you around & pointed.
You wanted to give up,
I wanted to give in.
Yet my heart nudged
for I understood better
than you.
as to why you wanted to give up,
as to why she said out & yet wanted you.
as to what you had done to cross the hurdles to get to her.

I put on a smile,
cut the grass ahead,
and pushed you to go
as she stood by the sun,
waiting for you.

I encouraged you to run.
to run to her, to clear all
shadows of doubt,
to remove all clouds of confusion,
to see the life you could have with her,
the one she always wanted,
the one you always worked for.

As your eyes met hers & locked in gaze,
I looked down,
once again.
The content feeling of a love story
that survived
yet a lone heart,
walking away from the hopes that lied. 

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