The coin

In an unpleasant moment of silence,
Emotions bottled up in years,
Unable to break the confines of the rosy liars,
Twinkled in her eyes.

Goodbyes got exchanged in a handshake.
A coin was all that she could hand him over,
Parting from each other was inevitable;
The conflict between “once more” and “one last time”
Cleared up the haze in her mind.
At once, she knew what she wanted.

Did the wait of expectations end there?
No, she wasn’t allowed to expect.
The silvery souvenir knew the depth of her feelings,
Being expressionless,
It felt sorry for it’s owner.

The willingness to linger resulted in looking back often,
The trembling followers of her senses
Craved to hold on to the fading lights.
She wondered,
Does every beautiful start need to have an abrupt end?
Or maybe,
The ending is delusionary.

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