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
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