Tears

She sits in the stairwell


Head in her hands

The room is cold



Like his heart

She is holding in tears


Like rusted gears grinding together on a machine

She is sick of crying


Over him
Over nothing

He is nothing to her


Like a ghost

A ghost haunting her memory


Everything reminds her of him

Eyes bluer than the sky


Voice quieter than a calm breeze

A man who was strong


And protective

She is sick of his deceiving smile


It blinds her from the truth

It reminds her of first grade


The boy stealing glances at her test

He walks down the stairs


His steps are heavy and thick

Like the air between them

He passes her


And places his hand on the cold door knob

Rusted by time
Like their love

He turns to her


Expressionless

Empty Words


Between them now

She stares at him


He stares at her

Their faces are blank


As white paper

The room is silent and dark


The tension between them builds

She looks at him and through him


There is nothing

She does not feel him anymore


He is nothing

She places her head in her hands


As she hears the door slam