She

She calls.

He doesn’t hear.

She falls.

He does not fear.

She cuts the ties.

He is oblivious.

Amidst all the lies.

Pathetically at night she cries.

In the morning a brave face.

She re-arranges and puts in place.

As though the wounds are healed.

She does her best; it’s all concealed.

From the hurt the pain.

That tortures the brain.

Looking to apportion the blame.  

Never again, will things be the same.

Soon the day will change.

With each revolution of a complete clock.

She will stop! And take stock.

The hurt; the pain; will cease.

In some distant time, she will be at peace.