Heartbreak

Heartbreak stood thin, slight and insignificant.

She had a pale face with short, wavy black hair and sunken gray eyes.

I heard her voice piercing and sweet, yet flooded with sorrow.

Her moves were like a graceful willow as she crept towards the gate, weeping, and departed without a word.

After this I was bursting with joy and delight, relieved of Heartbreak's melancholy mood.