I can see the coloured arcs of minute rainbows

Refracted within the tears, this spurned woman cries.

And those sharp-edged multifaceted diamonds 

That glint in the corners of large, red, saddened eyes.

Once convinced her tomorrows were future-proof,

Her knees buckle; she softly crumbles to the floor.

She's never felt as helpless or as hopeless as she does right now

Realising it all meant nothing, those everythings before.

I can hazard a guess at the words that have formed behind her lips

Words as yet unspoken, she desperately gasps for breath to catch

She doesn't witness the heavy wooden door that's slowly pulled shut. 

She’s alone: Whilst I walk away, quietly releasing the latch