• The call that leaves us all sad, the one to always leave first. the eyes of her broken heart began to tear up as the news spread. her face puffed to the color of a rose, her heart shattering to pieces. she slammed the phone to the reciever, wishing she neveranswered. her emotions were now shot, flying freely through the air. she thought about the arguments, the birthdays, the cards...the love. as she fell to the dirt, tears of anger and pain were now whiped across her face. "wakeup," she thought, "wakeup this isnt real!wakeup!" im only sad to say, it wasnt a dream. she felt innocently fearful for this friendship so many times,her heart couldnt take much more. as she broke through her anger, trying to cloud it up with memories, only more tears filled her eyes. she felt broken, shattered, and alone with what was now the earth under her. hours passed, her mind calmed, and her sobbing hushed. the friendship had died, and she was alone. the beating of her once whole heart felt as if it was nothing but lead as she walked into the sapce of nothing. she looked around her, the small earth looking down on her tear stricken face. she felt as if she was numb, her body unresponsive. she stopped, and stared. she stared into nothing but what was now the blackness of the earth. she wandered through the open spaces and hills of darkened grass. she sat down and gazed up at the stars. the goodbye was permanent; the descendant of her heart was gone forever. she now was only left to wonder why. the images of the only un-shattered mamories flew by infront of her. her eyes began to water, but she strongly fought the tears with acceptance that the friend was nothing but a mere memory in her heart. she fell to teh earth under the stars that night, im sad to say. her shattered heart no longer beats to the rhythm of out own. she died that day, for fear or being hurt any further. the wind took her away to where whe could be hurt no more, in hopes of replacing her shattered heart. she only feared, never the less, dreamt of leaving this way. a depressing tale i must write has now only the name of a lost memory on an empty page of white. the ghost of her past haunts her broken soul, along with the pieces of her shattered heart.