Love Lost

My love, I've lost,
 the last tear had dried.
Why still do I feel
 an emptiness inside?
My heart cries out
 with no reply.
I turn and exhale
 a sorrowful sigh.
Alone, I now sit
 encased by dark.
How do you mend a
 bruised and battered heart?
Time heals all wounds,
 is what they tend to say.
I shall be whole again,
 soon enough, one day.