Every breath he took,
was her.
The music in his chest,
belonged to her.
The sun,
The stars,
The flowers,
her.
her.
her.
Her name rang in his head.
The loveliest of sounds,
but not the prettiest of sights.
gray, bland, dull,
black as the suit in his closet,
dark as the remnants in his cup,
broken as his heart.
A broken girl,
for a broken man.
But a little too broken for the world.
10:05
3/21/17
