Relapse.

She's staring at the ceiling,
gazing, her mind is taking her out of the galaxy.
10... 20... 30 minutes, her mind is taking her somewhere else.
Now it's bits and pieces of recent events.

She's smiling,
she can still feel the butterfly from a year ago.
Then she frowns,
she can still feel the choking feeling from a few months back.

Not wanting to drown again--
She looks away and tries to close her eyes.
The bits and pieces start to become a full picture.

Clear and vivid,
she can feel the warmth projected from the love that was once there.
Oh, she's longing for more.

Her heart starts to feel empty.
It becomes hollow that she can feel the silence echoing.
Weirdly enough, somehow painful.

She can feel the waterfall start to fall down.
Pouring down just like the rain,
as thoughts start to consume her soul.

It's slowly gone,
disappear with the emptiness.
She reaches for help, but she's powerless.
She's too late.