Her Jar of Words is Over Flowing

She stands before a door

And foolishly believes

That you are standing on the other side.

She feels the door

And senses you waiting there,

Waiting to greet her with open arms.

With false hope

She becomes overjoyed,

Her excitement fills the air

And so she starts to speak.

From behind the door

She pours her heart out.

Her emotions spilled,

The floor now soaked

In red and blue.

With a smile

She finally opens the door,

Only to stare into an abyss of darkness.

Her voice echoes as she asks:

 “What happened to the ears

   that once longed to hear

   my jar of words?”

You,

have disappeared like a ghost and now,

she is broken.