Wherever she goes
her face is there
once pretty now furrowed
sadness her permanent mask
make-up no longer conceals the wrinkles
a constant reminder of her loss
moments in life when the golden ring
was within her grasp
but she held back for something better
only to see those she discarded
get a better life
some modicum of happiness
while she wallowed in misery
her memories her only companion
sorrow permanently etched on her face
once beautiful
she had the world on a string
like a party balloon
buoyant and out for pleasure
but she let it go
then watched it float away
beyond
her
reach.
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