It’s Okay

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The girl looks from afar, 
Admiring her love as he walks along
Every day, she watches, 
Observing his little quirks, 
His distinct oddities
Sometimes, she even catches
That beautiful, beaming smile of his, 
As bright as the sun, 
Enough to disperse clouds of gray
If only, armed with that expression, 
He would turn her way
If only, that stare was directed
At her, and her alone
But deep down, the girl knows, 
It's impossible for a living being
To care for something already dead, 
No longer there in physical form
So, with a small, but knowing smile, 
The girl always thinks to herself, 
"It's okay, you don't have to love me." 
Meanwhile, crystalline tears 
Prick at her glazed cerulean eyes

© 6 April 2019, by Haley Scully