The Well - 55 Word Poem
He still anticipates her homecoming,
four irrational years later.
He's still blinded
by the brilliance of her smile.
It's in his pocket now -
a worn out lucky coin he fingers
as he walks life's shadowed streets.
He'll toss it, make a wish;
he can't take it with him,
But not today.
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