Reasonable Prediction

Too good to be true,

The story went between them

Too good for her
(and her own good)

He had been and would be
Always.

So, he let go of her hand

Just like that (without warning)

He left her alone and soulless

On the darkest morning.

Someday soon,

when her clock strikes right,

She'll forget all about it

And use her new heart

to remind  herself 

only

about how she was found

tearless but  still young  

in the world's coldness:

her eyelids frozen,
her bare knees in the ground,

her unfortunate hands
pointing south.

When that hour comes,

(God permitting)
and if it rains in the highlands

Then and solely then,

Will she invoke her right

to cry again but remain silent.