Red Glove

When you have a lot, you have nothing. After She said those words, she looked blindly into her own abyss, getting defenselessly mad as if she was trying to find an excuse for her nothingness. But she couldn't, when the answer was real as time and death, quietly giggling at her denial and loss, she turned back to me again with an effort lost smile. I could see her eyes were starting to flood but she quickly turned and walked to her car and drove off as her tire came alive with every friction to the ground . I Stood there, waiting for her to come back, day dreaming in that second that this was just a dream.
 
I was awoken from her spell and my surrounding joined diluting the scene. I suddenly felt my cold hands and was shaking from the shiver she unleashed. I felt the drops on my cheeks, silently letting the pressure out and when I looked down there were more than a few on the ground. I went back into the cafe to get warm and sat at her past side as my mind lingered staring at her forgotten red glove which was laying on the table. When I held it, it felt as if I was holding a rose's thorn and I started to bleed but I held it tighter cause it didn't matter anymore.  
 
I had her and she was gone. A symphony that won't be remembered. No more love, no more loss. Into the limbo I descend. Leading a humdrum day, living a humdrum night. Riding time in the darkness of the broken souls till I see the incandescence of the afterlife, if it exists.