She some times thought of dying. The loneliness was getting unbearable. For hours she would stare at her cell phone willing him to call or text. Then they finally broke up. Her world was on the brink of a cliff.
But she did not die. She adopted a baby instead and welcomed life into her own.
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Written for G-Man’s friday flash 55
Circle of my Karma
might have brought us close
and taken apart like rain drops;
The quilt
was kept warm with memories
and beautiful with your words;
Trapped wings rest now
I see open skies calling me
loved I die,even by you,I beleive.
Prompted @ Magpie Tales , NaPoWriMo [ Day 1 and 2 ]
[In italics are the book names I used for the poem]