No words needed to be spoken, the disconnection was clear –
The interlinked and woven became apart, stood alone.
In the center of dysmorphic thoughts and changes, she contained herself within her home.
Not in slightest believing how fearsome it was being alone.
The solace of friends wish to take away from her dark, sombre and slow beating heart,
yet memories of this lover, this catalyst continued to roam fleeting.
She wished not to let it fly away, let way to a new path but had known if truly,
she did love such a person, to let them go.
In her looming pain, distraught manner she said to herself, –
“I am not alone, because sadness will always be with me”.