dressed to the nines

She left you in the coldest month
she left you alone and waiting
like a disease
like a storm
like the end of your favorite song
What did her eyes tell you
when they tried so hard
to ignore you
What did her lips say
when she soundlessly read her magazine
what was the lesson in all of this
or is it just life,
messy and cold?
Her name is almost forgotten
but her face is a glyph
forever etched in your simple mind
Do you remember the first time
she crossed your path
and forever betrayed your fragile synapses?
She is gone
but not in your primal brain
those days, those moments
those years have made you
who you are
but those days are gone
reluctantly, you move on
You are a shadow overlaying another
dressed to the nines
ready to kill
ready for a thrill
so tired of feasting on broken dreams.