She sat there pondering our relationship, or so I thought
her features showed no signs of concentration, just sadness
her long, slender fingers rested under her chin
a long sigh flowed from between her smooth, pale lips
she spoke no words and slowly stood up
I could see salty puddles well up in the corners of her eyes
refusing to fall as she grabbed her suitcases
walking out of the apartment we shared,
or used it.
AN: Hey guys, so this was a school project. I want to give some credit to the painting that inspired this, a painting done by one of the teachers at our school S.M. Enjoy and please review! Should I continue it in prose?