Without Him

She seized with unclean hands

the cusp of a new day dawning,

crumpled it into a little wad

throwing it into clouded sky.

She chose instead to relive

the glory days of their love,

two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,

a perfect harmony until

they no longer balanced.

He had blackened and charred

while she was still unscathed

in her own demented mind

as she threw gasoline

around his sleeping hulk

and lit a match which flamed

with such exquisite beauty.

The scorched flames arose, as

she clasped vignettes of the past

to her besmirched breast.

Yesterday was smoldering

in the embers while she

had tossed today away forever,

in rumpled shreds of darkness.

Tomorrow would arise

like a burning phoenix

as would her new beginning

out of the strewn ashes

vacant without him.