Broken Heart

Broken Heart

I muse of you

now and then

wonder how you are

still scarred -

or has life licked your wounds

I see your pictures

here and there

smiling wide

do you smile inside

or does old agony

yet rear its head

when finally,

you thought it gone

So good to see you write again

do you still wake in the night

your words awhirl

like honey they drip from my tongue

when I read aloud your pain

but not so loud others hear

perhaps we never really mend

there is no end

when we give our love

never returned

spurned

do we ever learn -

where is Love now

still cherished -

treasured in some heart

his special place -

or cast aside

without a trace

I know your heart -

all the Love you feel

was it real, your love –

or less than you imagined it to be

write – write – write

my bright-eyed dream

let your pain fly free - incredibly

your words enthrall

let your cathartic breeze please

touch all bereft

whom Love has left alone -

like me

Comments: 12

Kevin E. Jun 28, 2012, 11:29pm UTC

This is well done, most anyone who has ever broken up has wondered the sentiments in your post.

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Bernard C. Jun 29, 2012, 3:44am UTC

An interesting theme and angle to take - nicely written and well thought out :-)

Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.

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elizabeth evans Jun 29, 2012, 7:47am UTC

Funny, you should pen this poem and that I find it today. Yesterday, my older cousin Lynne (who just turned 70) came over for the day to sit and swim at my pond. Long ago, right after college, she married her high school sweetheart. (In high school, she was head cheerleader, Dave, the football quarterback.) They eventually had three sons. When the boys were in high school, they divorced and Dave found someone new and eventually married. Lynne was devastated and spent the next 40 years waiting for that love to wither and for Dave to come back. Two years ago, Dave's wife died and Lynne was excited...she thought surely Dave would come knocking on her door. Of course, that did not happen. Earlier this month at a grandchild's birthday party, she ran into Dave. He casually mentioned he was marrying once again in August. All hope of having him back was vanished. After she left yesterday, I was thinking about how sad her situation was....here she had wasted half her life waiting for someone that would never be hers again.

Granny Janny Jun 29, 2012, 1:09pm UTC

Ouch!

June O. Jun 29, 2012, 4:34pm UTC

She must really love him!!! And I agree with Granny, OUCH! What would that kind of love be like. I hope you were good to her.

elizabeth evans Jun 29, 2012, 5:49pm UTC

Yes, "ouch" Jan.

Yes, Nicki, I was most kind.....I shared my cherries and pine nut hummus with her on the dock.

June O. Jun 30, 2012, 9:21pm UTC

Good. Some souls need cherries and pine nut hummus.
Let me know when you want to go walking. Toni and I went into Boston this afternoon, around Black Falcon Pier etc.

elizabeth evans Jun 30, 2012, 9:33pm UTC

I can be "free" almost any day. Send me an email, Nick.

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Diane Huizenga Jun 29, 2012, 9:26am UTC

Great poem, I think we have all been there.

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CL Mareydt Jun 29, 2012, 10:11am UTC

A eulogy on love's ponderous journey ... exquisitely penned!

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Granny Janny Jun 29, 2012, 1:10pm UTC

All good, last stanza my favorite...very lyrical.

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Ann Marcaida Jun 29, 2012, 2:09pm UTC

I agree with Jan-- the last stanza is very good, with great editing and excellent word choice. (When I read it, however, it seems as if "alone" needs its own line). There is something in the style of it that seems new for you.

Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists.

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