A bag with dripping pink

He was standing by the road

she was at the other side.

She walked across

carrying a bag, full of pink

too heavy for her to handle

but she dragged it all the way

Then, there she was,

at this side of the road,

standing in front of him

eye-to-eye,

no one spoke,

she "returned" everything

every gift he gave,

every note he wrote,

every thing they shared,

and began walking.

He was still standing by the road

holding a bag, dripping pink.

She was "crossing" the road,

but every step she took

she felt it, she felt that

every step was heavy

very heavy,

heavier than the bag.