Half-Way Gone

After she left I was a mess. My emotions were frayed wires threatening to start a fire any second. My body cried guilt and shame. Standing on my own two feet allowed me to see how empty I have become in the mirror. Green eyes that were once dark, mysterious, and slightly playful are now hollow, quiet, and dead. My strong thick head full of curvy black hair is tangled into a rat's nest. I'm not sure who died more me or her. My mind was gone but my body remained while her mind stayed and her body perished from the soil. Her death falls on my hands. Please forgive me, mother.