Game Over

Much like us, even the flowers you gave me

have seen better days,
red faces bowed down in disgrace,
withered witnesses to our parting of ways.

Petals litter the floor,
fallen like crimson tear drops,
punctuating what is no more.

Through the door and out of my heart,
walking away, not looking back.
“Game over”, I whisper, as I
watch you depart.

No winners, only losers
in this most cruel of games.
Love crushed in a moment,

Shattered glass, broken frame.

~ Teri Liptak ~

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