Sweet Nothing-ness

Stood on a balcony
Not far from here
In a city of black spires,
Granite and fear,
A woman whose husband
Lies dead in the ground
Stolen from life
Yet she makes not a sound.

Her tears fall silent
Down her rosy face
She ignores her handkerchief
Of silk and lace
Content that this
Is all she shall show
So no one at all
Need ever to know

How badly she misses
Her husband so dear
His kisses, his sweet
Nothings placed in her ear.
With one heavy sigh
And a face set in stone
She makes the decision:
She can't live alone.

And so she jumps
On her final whim
Into bliss: nothingness
So as to join him.