Reasonable Prediction

Too good to be true,
The story went between them
Too good for her
(and her own good)
He had been and would be
So, he let go of her hand
Just like that (without warning)
He left her alone and soulless
On the darkest morning.
Someday soon,
when her clock strikes right,
She'll forget all about it
And use her new heart
to remind  herself 
about how she was found
tearless but  still young  
in the world's coldness:
her eyelids frozen,
her bare knees in the ground,
her unfortunate hands
pointing south.
When that hour comes,
(God permitting)
and if it rains in the highlands
Then and solely then,
Will she invoke her right
to cry again but remain silent.

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