Better Days

Crystals form on the ice cold window
An icy wind chills her very soul
The sounds of the traffic, in the distance
Backdrop the realisation of her lost goal.


No phone calls in the dead of night
No texts of how he missed her charms,
No emails begging her to come
Back to his waiting, opened arms.


She hears her sigh, before she feels it.
Her breaking heart makes her leaden chest rise.
A victor's trophy of evils done
Her legacy is her own demise.


On frozen balcony she presides
Watching the bridge where, last week, he yearned.
Just a shadow now, in her forming past,
A memory etched on a heart that burned.


Longing turns to bitter envy
Thinking of the girl he holds
The arms enveloping her loved one
The lips that claim him - her blood runs cold.


With head hung low and trembling lips
She dials his number on her phone
He cannot answer, he is not there now
She hears the words "No one's home..."


She sits upon the cold stone floor now,
Her face against the freezing wall
And through her pain she wishes only
For him to know that he had it all.


He had her kiss, her touch, her laughter
He owned her very deepest thoughts.
Her soul was his to do his bidding
Her adoration and love he caught.


She hopes he thinks of her just once more
When on his bride he'll place a ring,
And smile to himself of the love he had here
And know her love was everything.


For this new heart that he has chosen
Although a past life dwells within,
He cannot start to just forget her
When she gave her all to be with him.


So on the floor she sat in patience
Hoping he would call today
To tell her he still loves his lady
And will she come with him, away?


Her things are packed, and look forlorn now
Empty drawers and hangers bare
She cannot bring herself to remedy
And unpack the things that should be there.


Inside her heart the pain is wounding
Self-inflicted and sorrow filled
A passion blazed with fire and thunder
And died to leave her life so chilled.


Through frozen tears she talks to no-one
Empty streets below her feet
Asking for her God's forgiveness
Wishing they again shall meet.


Resigned to live in perfect solitude
Closing the door on the world below,
Sits upon the chair and screams out
And ponders of a place to go.


She takes her case and leaves this home now
Locking doors behind her tears
Stepping into an unknown future
Trembling with brand new fears.


His picture by her bed will sit though
Regardless where his own head lays
She still can gaze on him in wonder
And die with memories of better days.


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