It could have been so many things
that led her to the fall
It might have been the brutal shame
the burden of it all
It could have been the one she loved
who ripped her world apart
The one who stole her memories
and broke her sacred heart
She saw him as an angel
she saw him black as night
The face she loved, behind a mask
that tore the virgin white
Soaring by the window panes
she wondered as she past
Would he feel some sorrow soon
how long would sadness last
Would he understand his crime
her nausea … her fear
Will he see the damage done
and shed a single tear
So in her final moments
she laughed and then she cried
Who would clean the pavement
she blinked and then she died
It could have been
so many things …
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“Clean the Pavement” © John Anthony. All Rights Reserved.
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