Gate

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She told you she would not cry when you

Walked away.

She lied.

She shut the gate behind herself in the

Garden

So you could not see

Her trembling steps;

Her trembling lips.

Her singing voice hid her sorrow.

You never learned her anyway.

Perhaps she will not open to trust

This lifetime.

Perhaps it is so,

But you will not know for your soul has

Agreed to move on.

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