She feels absolutely nothing.

She feels numb.

She appears strongly standing

But inside, she is crushed.

She wanted to tuck her arms around him

She thought that’s what he wanted.

She sought to slip her hand towards his,

To interlock them, that’s what she’s hoping for.

She desired to grab him and ease all his pains,

But, to her surprise, he suddenly pulled away.

Her face was covered,

Fully masked up, made up, smiling.

Her soul’s dying.

What else is there to wither?

Every part of her seems dazed.

Even, the tip of her finger feels bloodless.

She feels dead.

Still keeping her lips shut,

Pretentious.

Smiling…Friendly!