you see the broken
hearted
at the lake.
of all ages.
they sit alone and stare
endlessly
out across the placid
water.
wondering what if.
you give them room.
you allow
them this grief,
this strange grey sorrow
of love lost.
there are no words to say.
there is no magic,
no
easy way through
to be healed
and whole again.
for now it's just this,
this lake.
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