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At one time,

a few months after,

I walked out of your door.

I really thought,

you started to care.

But once again,

I was wrong.

It was a mirage.

A mirage I created.

I tried so hard,

to please you,

and make you proud.

But all that was to come of it,

was a mirage.

I'd visit,

as you requested.

I'd call,

as you wished me to.

But when I spoke of,

all the great things I feel I've done,

all that was on the other line,

was silence.

A silence that brought tears to my eyes.

And that silence,

made me see,

what was truly,

in front of me.

A mirage.



~*~ Jill ~*~