Sand.
That's what her relationship was.
Sand through her fingers,
always slipping through cracks-
cracks she tried so hard to fill.
Sand in an hourglass,
slowly but surely running out.
just as their time together did.
She missed him so much.
And he fell,
His life slipped away,
Just as the sand had
Slipped through her fingers
creating shards of glass.
She forced her hand down
Trying desperately to pick up the pieces
To pick up a fragment of what she had.
All she could pick up was broken glass
broken fragments of the life he left behind
Broken pieces of herself fell to mix with his
For she was as broken as he was
The only difference was,
She had lived.
Prompt: Loved ones death.