Wedge

The day went by like all the other days
Stale
Seavy
Moistened with grief
Same old story relived with every wet pearl as it rolled down a cheek from her lids and then slid on her lips

And a murmur perhaps a mumble
But not enough breath nor twitch of the tongue to achieve speech
Just a muttering stifled by the silence of a stunned mind

How long had it been?
Thoughts burst forth screeching to a halt
Everything stopped
Wasn't that how it all started?

The big bad blow

The axe that splits wedged into its stump
He's in love with...
I won't recognize it because it is not my name

The goodbye is civil
Sharing of goods neatly packed, parceled and boxed by yet still hopeful hands
There are no tears, no sorrys, no see you arounds

Straining resistance to track downwards and take in the entire dissolving figure once revered naked too many times

The vanishing

All but her flesh and bones disappeared into thick murky air save a small section of her brain, the appropriate segment which pumps limbs with commands such as turn light on / turn light off
Get out of bed
Go shopping, buy food, do not drink when not in merry mood, try to sleep
Do not attempt to think

There is no logic in love, only in the lack of it

The following day after months of rain, the stars turned green again

To some children throwing sticks and stones, she said
"Don't do that to my dog
He is young and knows nothing of the world
His heart is kind and untainted
He cannot bite... but I can"

The kids ran away laughing
So did she