You roll
off his side
of the bed.

like a prisoner
just released
from jail,

and wander
in melancholy
around
your room

tripping in
your life
over the
remains
of him
and

the pain

of empty

spaces.

the dance
partner lost.

now there is
no order
to the
movement
to your day

the sun
kisses
you
cold.

and your
love
retreats

to hidden

far away
places...

and winters
of betrayal
and pain

that only
few hearts

can bear.

and from
where even
fewer

hearts are
ever heard
from

again..