Division Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

A far star in his eyes
is calling.
He is moving away.
Moving on.
His head turns from her
to the depths of the sky.
Thus, her hauntings belong.

The night that follows
loves frailty
lives on in the senses of soul.
Fate without understanding,
leaves her alone
swathed in cold.

The final, fine thread
that unites them
will break with the pain
of a breath,
and the voices that pause
within them
will cause their unspoken death.