Loneliness is now a close friend, sees me everyday
Life seems to be torpid, yet rushing by
My tears sing me lullabies, they come with the dark
It’s a way of life now, I breathe, I sleep, I cry.
Some memories I keep for company, some too painful to unearth
One bundle, although agonizing, I cannot but preserve.
I store it in the cavity, my heart that once held
My heart, you ask? I gave it away, to He who did deserve.
Six glorious seasons we had. Eternity, we believed, would be ours.
Every moment apart, an insufferable ache.
How curious it is! An older cliché, none might have ever heard
But we were exceptional, we were splendid, never would we break.
Alas! Life happened. And break we did.
That heart of mine, he still possessed, but his own, wanted returned.
Dearest friends of course, he said, we always would remain,
And why not? What I was to him, I had more than earned.
Like the obedient fool that I was, not once did I protest.
A promise I had made, that promise I would keep, my loyalty would be no less.
So I set out, my purpose just one, his happiness to ensure.
I struggled, I strove, I gave all I had. Him, I still could not impress.
I surrender at last. Perhaps I’m mature, or maybe, fatigue overtakes.
That him, I love no more, or ever shall stop, I cannot guarantee.
I know not where life takes me; in silence, I glide along.
My heart, as a souvenir, I leave with him,
My memories, I bring with me.
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