He Thought of Her

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he thought of her every day

happy thoughts, memories

every single moment they

had ever shared together

none was ever forgotten

he thought of her hair –

silky, board-straight,

dark brown, almost black

he thought of her eyes –

blue-gray, flaked with

diamonds, twinkling,

ranging from coal ash,

to white the colors burned

into his memory

he thought of her laugh

the tilt of her head,

the crooked smile, the

not-so-innocent tone

in that feminine chuckle

.

he thought of her often

long after it was over,

she was gone, and his

time with her had ended

.

he thought of her no matter

the day, every day there

was time spent remembering

right up to the end

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