She came and went like the whisper that is never heard…

You would hope things were different but that day of silence will never be heard. When it is around you have nothing to say but as soon as it is gone you think of that day. Like a short story that leaves a mark, a fruit that tastes so sweet you wished you would find another but you never do.

…And now you think of her.

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