She walked out of his life for the last time.
Like the sight of the night above him.
The starry night.. the last one in the summer
Dark.. noir.. shimmered with glitter
Tiny particles of gold and silver embedded in crystalised atoms
The night was his tea.. deep.. dark.. and bitter as it steeps
That night.. the night she broke his carafe into countless particles
The night the gold of her necklace sparkled for one last time before his eyes
and the glitter of her eyes shimmered before a goodbye
He locked the door… and ran into himself
Into the solitude of the I
The cold warmth of Me