without a trace
where she went
I could not say
having disappeared
once my heart
went missing
alone on foot
I wander city streets
her reflection
in puddles
& storefront windows
street lamps give me
little to no solace
their brilliance
but a reminder
of her smile
october two thousand twenty-three
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Excellent piece.
thank you ~ I was reading Edna St. Vincent Millay earlier
so beautiful and bittersweet
thank you very much Beth