As the tears fell down her face,
She walked, lost.
Alone in her own house
Past old paintings and photographs
Opening and closing the wooden doors.
The eerie lights flickered
But to her they were stars
Guiding her, showing her the way.
Shutting the back door
Reception area approached
The woman smiled at her.
The lift churned
As did her stomach
With anticipation.
Soft carpeted corridors
Soothed her bare feet
And caught her falling tears.
As the opened the bedroom door
The sight awaited her
One she’d longed to see for so long.
He was lying on the bed
With a bouquet of roses in his hand
And a smile on his face.
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