He
pierces
her heart
with his
words,
softly
spoken.
And love
slips
away,
across
the floor,
out the
door.
She crumples
inside, but
pretends
she’s
not broken.
Love
tiptoes
away,
steps
lightly,
leaves quietly.
She
paints
a seascape,
he sees
an ocean.
And love
seeps away,
creeps
away, out
the
window.
She
is the
story,
of love’s
big emotion.
And love
is depleted,
worn-out,
defeated.
