Her voice inched above an inaudible whisper,
as the tears began to fall.
She held him close and the emotions began to flow.
The lake’s current hastened as it drained into the river of an overflown ocean of salted inhibitions.
It was uncontrollable.
The emotional rupture of peaked discomfort.
He was the light in a forever dark place.
The guidance that made her rethink her outlook on everything.
She blamed herself for his absence.
Had she been stronger, he would be the light in her darkened corridor.
Every night she looked up at the sky.
The moon smiled at her goodnight.
The stars twinkled and there he lay—her northern star.
The brightest star that guided her home.
Nicole Johnson 
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