Time
has left
space.

love has
consumed all
that lived
before it.


like a tapestry
pulled
tightly
over
her heart
she hides
in the solitude
of silence.

she wears
love's
broken
promises
around
her neck,
like a
small
child
a sweater
that doesn't
fit.

tugging at it
here
pulling at it
there.

color all wrong

style out

of date.

an uncomfortable
circumstance.

leaving
no survivors.

only doubts

and questions

of his leaving,


and the hole

in the sweater

above her

heart,


where something

was taken


and never

given back.