Mascara traces

On her face

And ink spilled

On her journal page

Tears too.

And coffee stains

On his shirt

From when he slept awake


Both of them

And waking

To their ruined state

Ruined shirt

And journal pages

Stained with ink and tears

Blurring his name

And all the years

She spent with him

Reflecting her fears

In her mascara tears

Afraid to write

His name again

What if it blurred

By her fears again?

 – Hiba


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