Broken

I actually wrote this a long time ago, before you point out the oh-so-obvious fact that most of my poems recently have been rather gloomy, all about leaving and waiting and hurting. This is different. It's not 'recent'.

So, I wrote this back in January, and never posted it. Here it is.

You had to leave, didn't you?
Ripping out my heart -
Not enough to satiate
Your ever-present hunger.

No, you had to leave me,
To remember our past -
Broken though it was,
It was the only history I had.

You walked away, me still there
Staring after you -
My heart just a distant memory.
Lost, torn and broken.

The End

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