Twinkle...

He said he was coming back,

but she knew he was already gone.

There wasn't a trace of hope in his voice,

and his hands on her felt tired and empty.

Weak and unapologetic.

It was the absence of sorry that stabbed her most.

That, and it was so goddamn dark.  

But her hope was high,

and she wound twinkly stars 

around the broken pieces of her heart.

 
Mended it with every glimmer of trust she could trace.

Until her entire body was 

Alit. Afire. Aflame.

Choking and spinning.

Like some kind of a wild woodsprite on Ecstasy.

Her love exploded into 

a million untraceable puzzle pieces 

and scattered throughout her naked body...

But still she felt a spark of faith 

somewhere under the empty space 

where he used to be.