Replacement

She thought he’d been devastated.
A mess.
Wishing and wanting,
A reset button for the lives he had burnt.
Her life.
This,
not this.
A blonde beauty.
Clasping to his arm like a lifeline.
Like he matters.
Her face glowed with life,
Her hair free, flying in the wind,
A phoenix who had risen from the ruins of their life.
Where she was left wingless in the ashes. 

From the Daily Post prompt: Replacement

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