Breaking Apart The MemoriesA Story by C.J.H.
He still remembers goodbye. Was a subtle stir of emotions, yet through the air it screamed. Slowly walk on by, as to forfeit the instance of turning towards their backs. This would not be the last time.
He to a bus and she to the train, the speeds of moving on, while finding life. The dollar to a three, the difference in efforts, pulling from the heart. © 2016 C.J.H. |
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Added on October 19, 2016 Last Updated on October 19, 2016 |

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