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For many years her face haunted him.
It was all he saw as he stared down another empty glass.
He knew that night would be their last together.
Alone now, and numb she consumes him.
Another glass, another memory ripping through his heart.
The wind was howling and the candle blew out.
In the darkness he found comfort. She was there.

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Comments
A profound and sad piece. It is along the same lines as my last posted poem. Great write.