My heart stops.

A flash of dark and he was gone.

He imprisoned me with opaque lies that blocked my vision.

Smiles on my face only hide the cracks within me.

Recurring nightmares of rejection strike back, spitefully.

Wrath brewed with depression creates an elixir that can kill.

Shock numbs my lips.

He walks out the door, not closing it.

The breeze pushes the tears across my face.

Hasty, in the utmost degree, caring does not cross his mind.

I vegetate through many days, dulled.

The screeching recognition of his disappearance slowly diminishes.

Time wriggles by and I renew my pride.

Subscribing to new ideas, I could try, I will try

My heart restarts.