Her loss

In naps filled with fresh fruit,
walks without replies,
and telephones filled with goodbyes:
This girl lies.

Naps of silence and blank stares,
forced smiles, even dead glares,
Fresh fruit gives way to hidden tears.

Walks alone without a friend,
filled without a reply,
silenced without a sigh.

Telephones ringing by and bye,
goodbyes,
and sad tries.

Though she hasn't seen him, she cries,
no replies, wonders of why,
or even dead sighs,
just glances of goodbyes.

Peace is filled in a corner store.
Fruit arrayed from specie to size,
filled for picking of an angry girls cries.
Tastes and nectars, all loves good tries.
Peace of mind. Pieces of Fruit. Pieces to comfort lies.

She cries out at night,
after telephones with no reply,
or goodbyes,
she cries out,
looking for a man for a 'by her side.'

And finding nothing,
accept to hide.