Silence was the best he could offer
so she left...
his silence was golden
he cried...
a single golden tear
left his eyes
& he never cried again.
He was happy with his friends
inside he was broken
he never said he was perfect
but he never cried again.
He could feel the shower
on his shoulder
when it rained...
In summer
He could feel the Sun
burning his skin.
Winter chilled him to the bone
whenever he was alone
whenever she caught his sight
he relived the pain.
Winter reigned forever inside
& he never cried again.
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