Not really a story not really a poem just something i wrote

Our love left us. Our souls no longer intertwined. I felt as if I was gone too. Before me was her shadow that stayed behind to entreat my misery. She winced and whimpered. That facial expression of complete exasperation combined with those disconsolate eyes crippled me. So weak, so tired, I felt vulnerable. I understood how she felt. I had had enough too. Powerless, strength depleted at this sight. She opened her heart and asked me to make sense of it; I could barely interpret my own emotions. I was just as confused. Those two eyes dismayed, her tired lashes weighed down from burden. She tried so hard. Her spirit finally broke under the pressure I was there; I could only watch her cry. Something like tears, only thicker running down the sides of her face.