Back From the Dead?

This is a Tragic Ending.
I see her standing there,
ice from her eyes
breaking on the sidewalk

Warm,
and forgotten,
you feel no pain.

I hold her and melt her tears with
my breath, full of assurances that
it's not okay
but it will be okay

after the last page is turned
and after the book is placed down
and after she walks away.

Tired Girl I Saw And Then Didn't

or
Pablo is a Jerk.

Her eyes were nearly shut
    glazed
chin tucked into her scarf
                                  woolen
she drifted as the people
                             equally lulled
surrounded, melding with her
                                            a girl
until she was lost
                        in the crowd