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She Sees

Writer: JT ThamesJT Thames

by JT Thames


He ran from down the street, gripping her purse

She turned back and saw him there, not breathing, not moving, but there

He wouldn’t stop, he was right

She knew she’d lost

And there he was, a smile

She couldn’t reach out

Any other girl surely would have, but no

It was over, for good

He didn’t know, that smile

 

That smile, it meant so much now

That smile, it didn’t mean a thing

His eyes then realized, it never was

Two pairs of hands gently clasped together, one adorned with a ring. Background shows blurred floral-patterned clothing, evoking warmth.
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Any other girl would surely know

Someday soon, she’d see


He was alone, she sees

But she doesn’t need

His heart was free, she sees

She wasn’t free, she bleeds

 

He smiled again

Tear in his eye

She almost fell again, but no

She turned to walk away

 

I can’t live without you, and then she truly knew

She turned back and saw him there, not breathing, not moving, but there

She didn’t let go

She just had to know

 

Would things be the same, this time

 

I can’t live without you, and then she truly knew

She walked up and took his hand, not breathing, not moving, but there

Together now, together forever

She opened her eyes

 

He was alone, she sees

But she doesn’t need

His heart was free, she sees

She wasn’t free, she bleeds

 

He smiled again

Tears now dry

She smiled for him, one last time

She took her purse, the end inside

 

No one would ever know

 

What she went through was over now

Pools on the sidewalk deep crimson

And clear, no more pain to feel here

Just two bodies, souls unbound

One in tatters

The other found


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Elderly man with white hair and slight smile in black shirt, gazing directly at camera. Black and white portrait, neutral background.
JT Thames


JT was born in Houston and graduated from prestigious Bear Branch Elementary with honors, and went on to do the same from TCU in Fort Worth. He is a produced screenwriter, published poet and over anything and everything else, loves his wife and cats with everything he's got.

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