Twenty-Five

He was gone before the
morning shine.
Never had she felt
so cheated.
Not by the man who
had shared her bed,
but by the ironic
gut-wrenching pain
of life.
Oh, but she was young.
Twenty-five was alive
and danced with
flailing limbs full of
magic and unpredictability.
It's what nudged her along.
Her music was vibrant,
and filled her days with song
about everything she
longed for.
Mostly his company,
conversation,
nakedness and dancing
in the moonlight
with full acceptance...
But the westward winds
ushered him away,
and scratched her melodies
till there was nothing but
a boring monotonous hum.
Many days she cried,
for the ripping and tearing
was far too much to bare.
Unpredictability was unfair,
a lesson etched upon
her soul as she struggled
with letting go of the
most intense love she had
ever known,
for the man who
was gone before the
morning shine...
when she was
but a mere twenty-five.