Tears dried, decisions made.
The heavy oak door slammed shut
on their relationship. Ready for its closure
to bring open windows, clear out
the emptiness and longing in her
tender heart where kindness and care
once lived. The words full of awe,
aww, and gratitude, grew spiteful
laced with venom. Delivered with
the sole goal of maximum malice.
Dusting herself off,
she stares at the vacancy—the empty
hangers in the hall closet, the empty
spaces on the shoe rack, the empty
confines of her sadness. She feels the
edges of her lips curve into a smile
for the first time since the snow
fell back in December.
The pieces of her broken puzzle finding
their way back together until
a new image has formed. Slightly rough
around the edges, maybe a couple
missing, but stronger and
well worth the heartache.