Was it all a lie?
I cannot tell. I do not know.
He promised he’d stay;
But then I watched him go.
Every flower knows,
The bee will return;
The sun can tell
How the moon yearns;
The shore feels the tide,
It understands the sea;
But these metaphors
Everyone can not see.
I guess I am one who
Knows the heart not his head,
Yet they both lie now
Quite broken in this bed.
Bottles of medicines –
Empty now and lying there –
The last of your shampoo
I used on my hair.
The black comb
You forgot to take –
The socks in the drawer –
Careless mistakes –
The pop socket broke –
We bought it, us three –
These little, last things
You won’t ever see.
I hold on to them
Like pieces of a heart,
And wonder when
The moving on shall start.
I lose a part of me,
When someone I love leaves –
It does not matter
Who controls whom or who deceives.
I lose a part of me,
For it feels like I am broken inside –
I feel no shame to say so,
For I am not the one to run and hide.
My loss becomes public:
Everyone can see this heart on my sleeve –
And though I lose parts of me,
I’m never the one who chooses to leave.
Hearts Still Care 
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