Fire turned to ice
No longer a stabbing pain
But a dull ache
It is not harmful
Or malicious in its intent
It merely is there
Serving no purpose
Like a log floating
In a sparking sea of
Blue and green
The log will slowly
Crumble and dissolve
Will this follow suite?
She is not around him
Nor the school
Nor the park
She is nowhere near the lake
Nor the tree
Not even the city
She is nowhere near him
But he is near her
He is in her head
And her heart
And her soul
He resides eternally in her pen
And under her eyelids
But mostly in her life
She ran from him
But took him with her
She can't escape him
She can't escape herself
She is trapped
With nowhere to turn
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