• And so she looked around,
    The room was desolate, empty.
    It mirrored her cold, lonely heart perfectly.
    He left her, so suddenly in the night,
    No message, note, or call.
    Where he went, she did not know.
    They had been lovers and friends,
    But now he was gone.
    Her heart was
    Falling
    Down.
    Breaking into thousands of pieces.
    He could never know,
    The extent to which his leave had caused her pain.
    So she sat,
    Day after day,
    Night after night,
    Sleeping, eating, praying.
    Hoping that one day he would return.
    Yet still no answer came,
    Until one cold winter’s night.
    The moon was high in the sky,
    A blanket of shimmering white snow layered the ground,
    And everything was still,
    But the branch of a tree,
    Scratching against her window.
    She heard it,
    Faint at first,
    But surely she had heard it.
    She gazed up with glossy eyes,
    And starred at the window.
    Again it came,
    Louder this time,
    Beckoning to be heard.
    She slowly got up,
    Slipped on her woven wool slippers,
    And made her way to the locked door.
    She peered through the peephole,
    And suddenly her breath caught.
    ‘Breathe, just breathe’,
    Was what rushed through her mind.
    She inhaled quickly, and began to feel faint.
    She held on to the doorknob,
    As she steadied herself.
    ‘How long has it been’,
    She thought to herself.
    ‘A week, a month?’
    Her thoughts were scattered,
    When again the knock came.
    She pinched herself,
    Wishing it to just be a dream.
    Her heart could take no more despair,
    Grief,
    Surely this time is would shatter,
    Break forever,
    Beyond fixation.
    She tied up her satin robe,
    And slowly opened the door.
    Before her in all his God-like glory,
    He stood.
    His smile was warm and vibrant.
    She exhaled loudly,
    Her eyes fixed on him as if he were a mirage.
    She reached out her hand,
    And he inched closer to her,
    Revealing a lovely aroma of after-shave.
    Frightened, she pulled her hand back quickly.
    He opened his mouth to speak,
    But she shushed him with a single look.
    She raised her shoulders proudly,
    Adjusted her robe once more,
    And took a small step towards him,
    Closing the final gap left between them.
    Once more she raised her hand,
    Sceptically wondering if it was the right thing to do.
    If she went through with the action,
    It was consent,
    Consent that he could re-enter her life,
    That leaving her was a mistake she was willing to forget,
    That she still loved him,
    That all past errors has been transgressed,
    That they were still attached,
    And she wanted him forever.
    She inhaled deeply,
    And held her breath.
    She tightly shut her eyes,
    Not wanting to see.
    Her fingers grazed his cheek.
    Oh how wonderful it felt to…
    But wait,
    She opened her eyes,
    From their tight, closed grip.
    Confused,
    She moved her fingers back and forth.
    She felt nothing,
    Yet beheld it all.
    Her fingers simply penetrated his being.
    She worked her hands down his chest,
    Hoping to feel the heat,
    Which radiated from him.
    That same desirous feeling she longed to feel,
    Many nights past.
    What she experienced confused her.
    Desperately, she threw her body up against his.
    With no success,
    She fell threw him,
    Onto the concrete floor,
    Of the dimly lit hallway.
    She lay there for some time,
    Not willing herself to move.
    Finally she turned her eyes to the window,
    Time had passed,
    And it was now dawn outside.
    ‘I must have fallen asleep’.
    She concluded to herself,
    Inside her head.
    She suddenly realized she felt cold.
    But she could not move.
    Tears trickled down her face,
    But her paralyzed body,
    Would not allow her to brush them away.
    As she moved her eyes around,
    She noticed the red,
    Red as her favourite wine.
    It drained now slowly,
    Keeping a steady pace.
    There was nothing she could do,
    Let alone anything she wanted to.
    For the last time,
    That early winter morning,
    She shut her eyes,
    And allowed herself to feel pain,
    The same pain she felt when he had left.
    Like the stabs of a thousand piercing knives,
    She closed her eyes,
    Welcoming her second death,
    The one that would kill her,
    Kill her for eternity.