Memory

One memory I have is this:
a pretty girl in jeans,
crying before me,
her hands steadily wiping...
the tears from her face.

I remember walking
down the stairs to her,
hugging her, comforting her,
as she cries on my shoulder.

I remember the mess
of her long brown hair,
the muffled sniffling sounds she made
in that little rocking chair.

I remember sorrow,
the weight of heartbreak
filling that small room.

I remember the sympathy
I poured over her,
in attempt to
wash the pain away.

I remember her wet tears
staining her otherwise beautiful face;
the sadness all around her.

I knew nothing would ease
the pain, but time,
and a new love...
ahead
into better times,
away from the past,
leaving her tears behind

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