She glances around the room,
Wondering if anyone realizes.
If anybody cares.
She observes, and documents.
Every little detail.
I
She suffers alone.
Just wishing he would love her again.
Her clothes reflect her mood,
But also her desires.
All black, all the time.
But girlie, to catch his attention.
She opens the box that they made together.
The ticket stubs,
The hand-made notes,
The gifts.
A single tear runs down her face,
As the memories flood back.
She wishes she could do something.
But, she can not.
She wonders,
If anybody can see her fading away.
Little does she know a better one is just on the horizon.
Disguised.
They sit and discuss.
She leaves,
Sad that she has to be alone again,
But happy she has one person that cares.
She glances behind her before meandering inside.
He's there.
She sprints into his warm, loving arms.
There.
Somebody cares.
Now, she only wears black occasionally.
She burned the box they made.
She doesn't cry anymore,
She loves.
