A/N: My word, I have not posted anything in a while. Things have been crazy, wonderful, horrible, and everything in between. So goes life. Anyway this one of my first Wicked poems.


The sound of the carriage lurching forward

Taking with it only the ghost of the kiss upon her lips

A hand outstretched

Trying to catch something already long gone

The feeling of unshed teardrops

Forgotten but still there

The presence of the gleaming stars above

Twinkling without permission

The hand is still there.

The light of the moon and those gleaming stars brightening it.

She takes it back

When the silhouette of her once traveling partner

Friend, present, love

Now her past

Fades completely

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