Without Closure
While out walking
alone
As was always
the case
He discovered by
chance
Although some
might say fate
Her discarded gold
chain
And that old broken
cross ..
Yes, the one she
refused
Not to wear on a
date ..
Of his love though
there was not
Even the slightest
of traces ..
No DNA flake
not a fingerprint or
hair even ..
Nor her essence
was ever to be found ..