A tear slowly makes its way down her face
And this time, she cannot catch it.
Instead her sadness spreads like wild fire
Igniting every thought in her mind,
Lighting all that she knows and all that she wishes.
Dreams turn to bright embers.
They burn magically while quietly dying with each passing second.
Silently dancing, Waiting,
For a breath of hope to restart their short lived lives.

And she drops to her knees at the mention of the end.
And tears drop like small waterfalls.
She brings her hands to her face,
And falls the rest of the way to the ground.

The only thing stable, the cold wet grass,
Embraces her wholly.
It holds tight all her broken pieces, until she can stand again.
But she may have waited too long this time,
And certain parts will not mend.
She needs to forgive, but cannot forget.
The past is the past,
moving on is all that is left.