Holding hands

A tear rolled down her face
As she struggled to embrace
The fact that she had lost her most precious...
Treasure...
Forever...

His name was emblazoned upon her heart.

He had held the fragile core of her being so tightly
In his hand.
But he had shaken all the dirt from his hands,
And his gentle grasp was felt no more.

He had let her very essence seep between
His fingers, not willingly though, but by the
Sheer force of her weakness.

Trembling, she walked away, afraid to turn
And meet his gaze.
For she feared the emptiness in his eyes
That would strike like an arrow and make her
See...
Nothingness.

His heart, blackened by the one that held
Him most dear.

So she walked to the end of the Earth,
Holding hands with the shadow of her
Former self.