by FA Paine
Without him she felt the pain, abiding in her chest.
He took her heart, smashed it into two. Somehow he knew, the inside was broken first.
Before the warmth, she felt the ice. His lips were frozen, a particle of snow.
She traveled miles, yet never left her seat. She tried to find him, but he was never there.
Sometimes she wondered, if he ever existed. In her mind he was a ghost, a god-forsaken spirit.
But he was there, underneath the darkness, in another world, in another place.
His name, she whispered, every night. Three syllables, five letters, but a thousand, yes a thousand, pieces of him broken.
She felt empty, a glass away, from exploding, and being marked away.
Nonetheless she fights today, in a world where pain is existent, and people are emotionless blankets.
She looks for him, here and there, but he's not anywhere; he's simply gone.