"it's hard to pull my gaze away"

it's hard to pull my gaze away
from her face
those tears

she was a young woman
when Revolver came out

she's gone now
and yet still here
not a ghost
but a reminder
of pain caused
by another
absent now too

maybe that's why she's forlorn
because he left her
the sudden filling of her heart
with young love and then
the emptiness

I remember her face now
every time I see the moon
rising in the morning sky

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This poem was written in response to Prompt #46 for a Street Art Poem, inspired by the artwork of Rone.