He cried, his tears flowing freely for a love he had lost.
She lay on her bed, and did weep, tears now staining her makeup covered cheeks.
Little boy setting in front of the TV, laughing at the cartoon show, oblivious that his parents had drifted apart.
She wipes away the tears, goes and cleans her face, like nothing ever happened to cause discourse in her heart.
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Hello Mr. Johnson. I sometimes think, there would be fewer poets, if it weren't for departing moms and dads to leave us to crush stuffed toys in our memories! A good write! I like it! LSP