The words she hears
Slip from his mouth.
The look in his eyes, that tells her
He’s moved on.
The rip of her heart, as one part says
“Don’t look back,”
And the other screams
“How can you forget?”

He leaves; false reassurances hang in the air,
Then drop to the floor and shatter as
Tears find their way to her eyes
And down her face.

The world splinters around her,
And she can forget his face, his touch, his voice-
In chaos, fire and ice swirl together
And turns the world to a black midnight
That embraces and abuses her.

The make-up comes away,
And the grief comes forth,
Unable to be suppressed any longer.

False smiles with cloudy days-
That is all that fills her existence.
Her heart, stitched together with compromise,
Aches to heal, but there is no remedy,
And she is condemned to a half and hollow life.

He never meant to hurt her.
She knows that.
But that doesn’t numb the knowledge.
The words.
The memories.
The dreams.
The loss.
The wound, open and bleeding,
That all can see, but few can understand-
The wound of the heart.

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