how it ends

she's a silhouette,
a shadow,
a slender
link of bones
and flesh.
starving.
all eyes
and hair.
a mouse nibbling
at crumbs,
loping towards
tomorrow.
the next day,
then the next.
up the stairs
then out
twelve hours
at a desk,
then home, then
down
the stairs.
alone.
alone.
alone.
staring out the window
across the yard
to him,
remembering her
yesterdays,
all
of it in her
phone.