You're not saying anything. "Read it again"..

In a whisper he was gone, the night told her a happy ending, but her tears were real. He left without saying goodbye. She sat up, opened the window, just a crack and lit a cigarette. The warm smoke filled her lungs as she counted stars, then breathed out giving the smoke life as it flew away to find a lost lover.

She licked her lips, remembering how he tasted.

The fire approaching the filter warmed the tip of her nose as she took her last breath, flicking the butt into the night sky. She watched as the light left its home, flying its own way. It looked like a lost star in that moment as it streaked a light across the sky, then it fell, its life burning away.

To her everything was alive, everything had a heart beat and all of this stopped her from moving on.

Every night she crossed that bridge, then burnt it when she reached the other side, but it was always there.
The lingering smell of smoke and the knowledge that her eyes once watered stopped her from resting. That night she stepped off the stage of life, as planes fell in the background and Autumn leaves gathered in her hair.

(I love this print, thank you Alex Gross you made me feel for this, what I wrote above)