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A little girl ran up to her father,
Her little pigtails swishing in the wind,
A look of pure joy filled the father's eyes.
Picture perfect the scene was.
I turned away,
A heart-wrenching pain felt,
Fisting my hands,
Nails digging into my palm,
I walked away.
A silent shiver went down my spine,
As I walked the lonely road,
A lone tear slipped from my eyes,
Gliding down my cheek,
Fell on the cobbled street.
I looked up at the sky,
It contradicted what I felt inside.
The sun enthusiastically shone,
And the breeze fluttered by.
Even the strongest people have their weak moments,
The facade of cheerfulness I put up
As a stream of tears rolled by,
At last I was with myself and maybe him.
I silently whispered to the sky,
I miss you.
And just like that,
The moment passed.
And I straightened my shoulders,
And wiped my face,
As I turned towards the crowded street nearby.