Nihilist

When I left her,
She was, at best,
A broken thing.
Full of tears and remorse;
Piteous and poorly used.
And then, slowly love,
She evolved into the fine essence
of Nihilism.
Her world had it’s shape,
And she hers.
To better find the proper fit
She examined, sought, and pondered
The world’s many faces and
Promised - so gently -
To find the Truth.
Awakening, done dreaming,
the Truth
was simply Her.