It is amazing how one conversation can change the course of a life.
She washes dishes, his words echoing in her head. He’s going away. And there’s nothing she can do.
The water laps against her fingers as tears roll down her cheeks. Warm water stings the open heart. This time around, the wound may not heal.
A plate drops from her hands, cracking against another. A ceramic shard slices into her ring finger. The clear water tinged with blood, she lifts her hand to her mouth. No kisses will make it better.
A hunger groans from her belly. Just yesterday, she dreamed of having a child. Today, her womb is barren once more.
It’s love’s illusions I recall the song rings through her ears. I really don’t know love at all.