Gone Girl

I can feel your fingers
slipping away from mine.
Like the grains of sand
that escape from my grip
No matter how hard I hold.

I can  see your thoughts
of me that once
lived in your heart now
spilling onto the floor
and dying in the sunlight.

I feel you dropping
my heart on the ground.
Watching it shatter like
a crystal glass.

I can feel the approaching
afterlife without you.
Whispering a tiny comfort
In the cold breezes of loss.

Promising me
that one day
love will call again