"He was my whole heart..."

Her tears caressing her face.

"I am so empty..."



"He was everything",

"Now he's gone, what do I do?"

She sits quiet now.



Fading in her haze

She drifts darker down her hole,

dodging her feelings.



Finally it comes,

stale words limping from her lips,

"...Because I loved him..."*



Unrequited love.

I  sit with you in silence.

Mending broken wings.



I think to myself.

Only one question remains,

...But did he love you?