She gazed stricken 
at her lover's back,
her soul cut to the core 

his hands thrown high in frustration,
as he vanished through the 
door frame of her heart.

Her eyes misted 
like stained glass,
in a winter blast,

slowly emptying 
of all the adoration
she once worshipped him with.

She wanted him back, and front,
but only emptiness 
graced her darkness,
her first love became a cursed love,
as she curled into a fetal position
wishing only to be born again.
born again....

She emerged from the womb of her grief,
days later as a much wiser woman,
and when she later saw him approaching,
on a sunny boulevard they once frequented,

Her scorn flashed in a glancing blow 
and then suddenly she gave him her own back.

It was the last he ever saw of her,
as she returned his cruelty 
with a strong, proud distancing 
of what he had left behind.
what he'd left behind....
Leaving him to understand 
that she's got back....
She's got back!


Art~Whimsically yours studio
Matthew F. Blowers III
(c)-2016
credit pics to 
Pixabay.com