where does she go?

when on the edge of trembling day
i see her staring into space
and line gives way to moisture on
the curve of that amazing face

i’m wondering: where does she go
out past the edge of that sunset
and is she where she’s happier
with better love and less

regret

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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