Original article posted by Olorle:

She was gone, lost
to moments between
cars. Silence shifted
to whisper through trees;
God murmured in Spanish,
or another mocking language
of romance.

Sidewalks crossed themselves,
multiplying paths, devouring
hopes. Footsteps herald the beat
of our song, until a single note
filled my mind.

The moon, a cross, glowing
through branches, echoing
an aria of longing. The tree, a
lone friend, last solid, in a night
of ephemerals and sounds.

She was gone, lost between
moments and tears unshed.

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