What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted

Around the world at any given minute
Relationships form, evolve and dissipate
At any given time, the one you are with may tell you
In her own way that it is over.

Those on the receiving end face a maelstrom
The heart breaks and shatters into shards
From one day when the world looked beautiful
To the next day when the world looks like hell

The world turns dark,
Your heart yearns for the one that left you
You yell and scream and hope you wake from a savage nightmare
But this nightmare is real.
Nothing tastes the same, your sleep is interrupted and staggered
And you wonder what the one you still love dearly
Is doing now unfettered, free to explore and be with who she wants to be with.

What becomes of the broken hearted?
Mere shells of their selves.
You struggle and you hope
You try to see the beauty of a world gone so wrong
And yet you do your best to survive.

You remember her touch, her voice and all that made you fall in love with her
She is so very near in your mind but so very far
You seek her touch, and you pray and hope for your heart to mend.