The Tear of an Angel

 

one…two…then a frail flow…she cried…but I couldn’t do nothing…

whisper…gibberish…scream…she was in ache…but I couldn’t do nothing…

she halt…she was out of breath…she needs me…but I couldn’t go near her…

the elixir was getting dried on her cheek…on the kerchief…on her hand…

I wanted to wipe it all…with kisses…with embrace…

I wanted to calm her down…with calling names…with assurance…

but, I couldn’t…she doesn’t want that…

a glass wall she had raised between us…

To Her

Daily Prompt: Elixir

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