Period

I watch her go and I know,
I know that
in this sentence,
or the next,
there will be a small dot that will end it all;
the frayed frame of my windowpane
frames a picture of a girl
with frazzled hair
in a black dress,
walking a long distance as she goes
farther,
farther,
and farther away
into nothingness, and now
the frayed frame of my windowpane
frames a small dot,
barely visible in the far distance.
barely!
She is
merely a dot that now;
the end of mine and
any sentence,
silenced or said,
ever.