Who’d ever think that her heart would shatter

Standing in the glittery sun of the bus stop

Her angel, lover, seeker-friend

Arm-in-arm with fiery siren

Strolled by, made an effort

To move his “love” to opposite arm

Warrior-shield protecting prize

Choked-back ceaseless cries

Buried by her hollow smile

Just as a broken-down building

Stands as empty sentinel

To the glory days of steel

Death reaches its fingers

Plucks the tendons

Unscrews the bolts

Crumbles the façade

Leaves only remnants of grandeurs past

Exposed to elemental forces

There is no place to hide

Even the semblance of warmth

She does not run

Instead she plants roots in the cement

Straightens her shoulders

Stands as a monument to power

healed