her eyes awaken before dawn while her soul remains in transit between unity and separation between a painful, intense longing and a pretense of indifference that would temporarily preserve her sanity.
she walks through crowds all she sees are sounds and colours passing by her numbed heart keeping her head up, she witnesses the blue horizons scraped by buildings the zenithen sunlight lining every object - breathtaken by a suppressed memory, she unknowingly lets out a silent sigh in place of an unmentioned name, deliberately buried deep within.
often, she pauses her thoughts to view the vastness of the world, in hopes that it will cause her heart's unspoken matter to be reduced into insignificance and she won't have to live the pain of remembrance.
yet, how could she remove the source of her heart's peace, and yet, how could she continue living with the torment of distance, of uncertainty, the eternal fear that she would be forgotten, before she forgets.
outwardly, her form is in good health her speech eloquent, her posture straight her eyes dry, her walk steady, yet inwardly, she is paralysed, her sickness grows each day and at night, she drowns into sweet memories of the unmentioned as she tells herself that his smile will return...even if only in her dreams.
her eyes close after midnight while her soul remains in transit between nearness and distance between darkness and a light that would conclude her wait in all goodness, in peace.