Alone she sits, arms wrapped around her. Her mind is screaming, heart shattered on the pavement; her soul drowned in the deepest darkness.
Evidence of her pain splashes, the floor flowing unto a river swift. Drawn by her pain she sits beside the broken one. A true friend come so not she be lonely in the dark; so not she cry alone.
No words spoken.
Just the song of Heart Break. If you listen with an open ear you'll hear the melodies of a broken heart; endless.
Ne're again will the music of joy be untainted by love and loss.
Her smile, however true, will linger in the chocolate depths, a shadow. Her cries bring the beat, strong and steady, the wind tells a tale of a despairing melody; and the Earth churns into another day, a cruel reminder that the Song of Heart Break plays on.
About the Creator
Catherine MacKenzie
I write about murders, and murderers. I write of thoughts, confusions, victories, defeats. Of love gained and love lost. Of life in all its multi-faceted glory.
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