She spoke in metaphors
and he in shallow words
But when his final word was spoken
the line drawn
the call dropped
It’s over
Her mind stays awake
writing all the poems he will never understand
Her body
exhausted
soaked in the downpour of her tears
she allows the shadows to swallow her whole
Within the blackness
of a restless sleep
her subconscience
balances the chemical equation
of a broken heart,
failing.
The elements
creating a hopeless complication
her body stands, leaves the room
mind shut down
she searches for an answer
watercolor painting the way
into an endless abyss
of questions
So when her body returns
memories having saturated her bones
she sobs
as one by one
each reflection dies
and she grieves the loss
of the millions of tiny stars
that blink out
forever.