The story of my stricken heart is told simply by her absence,
with the opening of the book timed perfectly with her exit from my life.
The hard words conspire and find their rhythm in between the lines of my feelings,
and echoes somberly from the preface to the tome's epilogue.
Page by page the joyless lines compile as pain's chapters reveals the awful plot,
eagerly awaiting the final word, while fearing how my afflicted heart will end.
- Written 10 March 2015 at Fort Hood, Texas
Copyright © Marquis MC Mills-Cooper | Year Posted 2016