Hidden Pain

The things we keep inside.
The pain we always hide.
The raw wounds of yesterday’s pain.
The burning not extinguished by the rain.
Of our tears.
All the years.
Intensify the longing of a lonely broken heart.
Each look from a stranger that was once something more.
Every memory of that smile as they walked through the door.
The emptiness grows deeper.
A canyon of regrets.
The foolish girl left this woman such a mess.

K.R. 2015

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