Cessation

As the last yellow ribbons of sun melted over the horizon, It felt cold. I could see a thread line separating the two skies, slowly dissolving. I feel totally incomplete today, when you've already left me, for the stars. They were seductive, perhaps? So much, that they snatched you away from me. Now a days...

Now I’m a pendant..

A chain is the one who left and the pendant is the victim.