By Rida Fatima

…

There she was, all alone 

Once again, flesh and bone 

With none to guide, and none to hone 

Elegy flowing through her tone 

Here he was, by himself 

Needing apricity, in his self

Longing for her, feeling nonself 

In his heart, a tiny skelf 

Narrow vision, her eyes acone 

Revisiting the sites from long agone 

This time she was all alone 

Her heart, long fordone 

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