Sand.

That's what her relationship was.

Sand through her fingers,

always slipping through cracks-

cracks she tried so hard to fill.

Sand in an hourglass,

slowly but surely running out.

just as their time together did.

She missed him so much.

And he fell,

His life slipped away,

Just as the sand had

Slipped through her fingers

creating shards of glass.

She forced her hand down

Trying desperately to pick up the pieces

To pick up a fragment of what she had.

All she could pick up was broken glass

broken fragments of the life he left behind

Broken pieces of herself fell to mix with his

For she was as broken as he was

The only difference was,

She had lived.


Prompt: Loved ones death.