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Woman Alone

She should be a heart
headed home.
Instead she is sidetracked;
a question asked,
but never answered.

Truth, to him
is what gold leaf
is to a bookbinder–
something to be applied as decoration.

Even though she cries

over him
over her fate
over meeting another brick wall

she is strong.

But resigned–
love will always
knock on someone else’s door.


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