Disruption

Flaws in head cling tighter so,

The lie to lay beside instead;

Reasoning, to shrink, to anger none

And none to blame, would make

Each solitary night less sodden

Wrung-out pillowcase of pain.

Nor leave behind a replica of

Who she made in vain, 

As bitty-bite at once, she falters

Out of mold of could-have-been.

He's Gone

She breathes, and reaches out
As if to catch a soul
"Don't go!
I am a missing mortal fool
Without you: choke on air
Or splinter fragments of the
Sky to fall upon.
Don't leave me here alone!"
She crumples over steel and
Sympathetic white coat arms.
And that is all.