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 murmer 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