By Daisy Sanchez
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The sun collapsed,
And the moon did too,
When I saw my lover’s face at noon.
Sorrow in her eyes
Troubling to see,
Like the eyes of a deer ready to flee.
Her suitcase in hand
Our son’s in the other,
“I must do this to be a good mother.”
The car engine revved,
And off went my loves,
And I was left alone,
With nothing but the doves.
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