When the woman saw that there was sadness burrowed deep into her fingernails, she resolved to have it removed as soon as possible.
She figured that it got there when she bit her nails in an attempt to scrape off the taste of sadness from her teeth, the moment she found out that the mouth that kissed hers shall remain hollow and closed forever. Now, the same teeth that once sang in desire turned her mouth into a waiting shed of what will never come again, and bits of sadness clung onto her teeth despite the fact that she spit most of it off.
So she headed for the sink and was about to turn the faucet on when she remembered that the sadness was the only thing from him left of her, and she decided that it should stay, even when she saw it every time her hands moved.
