Everyone knows where her mind is when her eyes wander
Him
She is thinking of Him
His arms around her tiny waist
His big strong hands encircling her small, seemingly fragile ones
"Pretty hands,"
He whispers
Just before he breaks her heart
Pretty hands
That now prop up her chin as she
Gazes
Off
Into
Space

Thinking still of Him
Of that Night
When they were together
When nothing existed but
Him
His arms, His breath, His heart
Were all she knew
All she cared to know

Now, on the week's passing of that Night
She still thinks
And dreams
Of Him.

Now it hurts.
She cries inside.
Bleeds.
For Him.

That is where her thoughts fly
When she is not paying attention
And even when she is
He still holds her in his embrace
Forever that night
Forever His arms
Forever the heartbreak.
Forever.