Reaching Out, Grasping Nothing

Hands. Reaching out.

She could feel his presence, yet she could not seem to touch.

Air. Empty air.

Her fingers moved through nothing – grasped at nothing.

Fire. In her soul.

It burnt her to the core; sent waves of misery deep within her to turn her heart to ashes and her soul to nothing more than dust.

Water. On her cheeks.

Liquid tears spilled from her eyes; stained trails down her face.

Heart. Falling to pieces.

It threatened to push her over; knowing that he would never return.

Spirit. Breaking, hurting.

Because without him by her side she was nothing.