Descending in the west,
the Sun, scraping the walls of darkness-
a prisoner of the night.

Bury thy sorrow, they said,
she buried her happiness instead~
with him, in his grave.

Let
your soul
be your own
guardian angel
&
let the watchful
spirits be free to fly~

After all,
they did good things
to deserve those wings,

not to be tied to you
to look after your sins.

With no burden of emotions
to weigh him down,

(She took his heart away-
smashed it, broke it, burned it)

his spirits could finally rise~
if he weren't dead,
you'd finally see him happy
and full of life.

He left her bereft of all, but
a blue & hollow wounded inside
and no many
chocolates, cupcakes & candied sugar
could sweeten her battered bitter.

They said he was a survivor
While he wondered
why he survived
with a heart so empty-
haunted only by the memory
of watching her die.

A fallen leaf
(now brown and dry)
died with a wish
to fly high
to reach the sky
or
to get burned~
giving fire a longer life
or
to get buried
feeding the earth
or
to float on water
giving an ant
a reason to not die.