A quiet fills her
A quiet like the eeriness that fills the fair the
morning after a festive night
Everything grim and silent
Everything still
The stern chipped faces of old Merry-Go-Round
horses
The grass soiled with spilled cold drinks
The frustrating repeated sound of sweeping
empty cans and
candy wrappers where childish laughter once was
The thrill of the ups and downs of their roller
coaster passion brought to a halt
The magic suddenly vacuumed from everything,
her days are a starless infinite sky
After he's gone.
