She tried not to cry.
The backs of her eyes filled with pride
Free falling salt mines,
This sorrow chimed.
She was present and absent simultaneously.
A hunger filled a need
A want she could not ignore.
She watched him leave.
The back of his head growing more distant.
The further he went, the harder she squinted.
And with every step
One after another
Her soul shook.
Night after night
She cried out for him
A silent ache she tried to replace.
The lake began to refill.
She treaded to the middle,
Her arms outstretched
She pleaded for god’s mercy.
Nicole Johnson 
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