Heroines and Loneliness

You walk by
and only see
a girl covered
in her own blood.

You walk by
and start to cry
because you were the one
to put it there.

You walk by
and the girl cries
because you were the one
who once saved her.

You’re gone
but the girl remains
she waits for her hero
to return; alas, you don’t.

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