I still recall the day she broke;
The awful, empty stare -
The senseless, soundless words she spoke;
The sight of dark despair.
She read the news with hollow eyes
The shade of loss and grief -
She whispered words in quiet cries
Of mourning disbelief.
The light inside began to fade,
But on she read, and on.
'What is it, dear?' I asked, afraid.
'It's Sears,' she said.
'It's gone.'