“When a heart is broken”

When a heart is broken,
It is a quiet event;
And words get spoken
None can prevent.

Yet a heart is broken
So Nature reflects the pain:
Fell things are awoken,
Fire and fume, ice and rain.

Feelings are cyclones;
Tears are a flood;
Fears are the crones
That demand blood.

The very earth rumbles;
The skies are torn apart;
Every pulpit crumbles,
At the breaking of a heart.

Pill

I can put away the pill;
I haven’t put away my pain;
But sleep is lured to me,
As fatigue strives again.
The draining of the heart
Is a gruelling process –
a rigmarole of feeling
That affords no recess.
Four words from someone
Can tear you down;
Four words can also freely
Send in the clowns.
I want to try and see
If I can earn some sleep
Without its torturing –
Or its rest being deep.
If I can be let go,
Despite love and living,
It’s time to take heed
And start a self forgiving.

Alone Again

I went for a walk.
(I struck out “with you”)
You walked ahead,
In silence.
A stranger maintaining social distancing.
I walked behind you.

The silence lasted
The entire walk.
20 minutes.
It felt like each time
You left me alone –
Outside dressing rooms,
In parties,
In your family.

It exacerbated
All recent loss
All of my grief.

But I counted on you
For relief.

Instead,
You took me into the past.
And reminded me
Of who you were,
Who I was,
Before I became.

Now,
Again,
I forget my name.

I wonder if this is how
Love makes all pain last,
As this walk took me farther from my future,
Into an apathetic past.