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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1414942
About a girl who has left her home.

I still remember the day when
You bumped into me suddenly.
On a little steel trunk you sat
At the bus stop, so sullenly.

As I asked you what caused your gloom
You simply burst forth into tears,
A sight that gave me the jitters
And aroused in me the worst fears.

But, well, it turned out that you had
A spat with your mom and brother
And decided to leave, for good,
The home of your drunken mother.

Your frail body, your deep blue eyes,
Your tender looks, your saddened face,
All somehow enhanced your beauty.
In that moment we did embrace.

Now you are gone not to come back,
Leaving your little trunk behind.
When I prised it open today,
What all inside it did I find?

A few family photographs,
Letters to mom in guilty vein;
A few poems that you wrote when
You could no longer hide your pain!

* Written in abcb, 8-8-8-8 format.
* Intitially written as entry 478832 in the book MISCELLANEA, {item: 963917}. Posted as a static item on 17 April 2008.

M C Gupta
3 January 2007
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