A strand.

She fell down defeated,
anywhere she looked,
only reminded her of how she was hooked,
so she got up and stood tall,
only thinking of ways to make him fall.
but only found herself on the floor,
facing the ground,
listening to the hopeless sound,
but there in her heart she found,
the last love in a form of a strand,
tied to her heart and soul,
with him in the other end,
offering his hand,
just to help her stand,
with everything together
all tied up in one strand.

Because she kept pushing away.