Withering

The old lady sits across the road.an intent look in her eyes. The kind that can pierce through your darkest secrets , burn your soul with guilt. Like she's accusing you of having left. Of having looked at her and smiled and then walked away without looking back to a new set of laughter n smiles.
The wise old one will never forgive . And The wise old one will never forget.
The wise old one will weep for you and the half stubbed one left behind on the pavement...
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