Corpses and Rubble

[j_e_fitzgerald]

The smile stayed placidly on her face,
whilst the happy drained away,
and you could tell that, inside,
she was falling and troubled.

Her words stayed sweet,
and her manner remained calm
but something had changed
if ever so subtle.

Barely glistening almost tears,
hanging in the corners of her closed eyes,
were the only real sign
that her plans had been scuttled.

But when I told her to leave
there that last time, I knew
the street of her soul right then,
was strewn with corpses and rubble.

So I broke up with my girlfriend. Then I read a book on the cold war. Then i wrote a poem. not too shabby for being so emo.