Metaphor

It was the phone that said the final goodbye. In pink, with chimes, into black. It ended what we couldn't. The device that had kept us together punctuated our sentence. An end. The end.

I will dye my hair. When I begin to recover I will clear my face. I will run in my blue shoes. I will run in my blue shoes with the dog. I will move. I will move to woods, water. I will run alone, singly alone. To where I don't know.