Dappletail

He left today. The fourteenth of February. A celebration of love turned sour The roses wilting on the path Around your numb bare feet As you sit, trembling, disbelieving Clutching at your heart. How did it end like this? Disagreement, anger and tears And an indigo bruise upon your arm Mind flicking through the memories That he just stole away. Your paper dreams in tatters Torn butterflies on the breeze Sodden with the sky's cold tears Beating out their harsh melody Upon your fragile roof.    Drip, drop.                Time stops.