Two o’clock in the morning.
She’s standing on the sidewalk
In front of his house
Her lips are blue
Like that of a drowning victim.
Her quivering, shaky little body
Caused her blue lips to
Crack
Like an earthquake.
It’s raining.
She stands in all black flats
In a puddle up to her
Ankles.
She stares at the front door.
She contemplates going
Back in.
She can’t stomach the fact
She will never be here again.
The rain caused her make up
To drift down her cheeks
As if she was crying
She wasn’t.
She’s passed that now.
She’s so numb to emotions.
Emotions, redundant emotions.
Happiness only lasts for a second
compared to a second of sadness
that can last a millennia.

Heartbroken, yet,
content.
She knew it was the end
the inevitable end
to something she thought
magical.

She lets out a tiny chuckle
backs up to the point
her heels hang off the curb.

Two o’clock in the morning
a car comes speeding down the
road.
She takes a breath in
exhales slowly.
So silently she voices,

“Good-bye.”

She fall backwards off the curb
headlights brighten up her face.
The door to the dreaded house
opens.

“I love you.”