Tis just a matter of time,
Before things start falling in place,
To herself she said.
And still, as days roll by, and night gathers,
Nothing much changes.
Secretly, she weeps,
As she realises, her love for him has waned,
No one's to blame,
But still there's the nagging pain,
A portion of her soul, lost to love, again.
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