A Broken Heart

Love is a powerful thing. But when it is taken from you, nothing can suffice for the pain that leaves with it. Love turns into hatred, and when their face is seen in a complete stranger's features; sometimes life isn't worth living. Love is a powerful thing, but loss is more powerful, more overwhelming. Loss deflates you, and life is finally worth dying for. You never know what you have until it's gone.

she scattered the letters across the table
in a way
it used to drive me crazy
She used to leave the change
splayed out across the table
in a way that drove me crazy
she used to leave all the doors open
but even the air in the house
mourns her
so I don't close them
because if I moved the letters,
the tears would come again,
burning hot and angry, 
and if I used the change
whatever I bought would end up in the trash
and if I took all the kale out of the fridge,
I'd end up
buying more
just to remind me of her
so I slouch through open doors
and cook at a penny scattered table
and stare at rotting kale
the air from the fridge, cold,
feels like my heart
and right then it cracks
so through modern life
one would wonder
why
there is no cure for
a broken heart

The End

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