“Have
you ever had a broken heart?”
The
forlorn lover cried,
“And
from your love been torn apart?”
Young
tears stood in her eyes.
Younger
still, her friend beside
Outstretched
a comforting hand,
“Ne’er
have I surfed the lover’s tide
Nor
been washed to lost-love’s sand.
“But
heartbreak is not only given
To
those who from their lads are riven.”
Confusion
crossed the lover’s face
And
to it her friend replied.
“Heartbreak
comes to expatriate displaced
With
no friends at their side.
“Heartbreak
is also a father’s love
That
is a love no more.
Where
once told tales of heaven above
Now
throws out insults heavily sore.
“Heartbreak
is when home is gone.
Darkness
invades from deep inside
And
every hope seems flown.
No
one answers when you cry.
“Heartbreak
comes too when a hero’s lost
On
the battlefield of cancer.
Grandfather
dear has Jordon crossed
And
sees no more his little dancer.”
The
lover weeps at pain so deep.
The
friend now lends a shoulder.
Soon
gone, the lover’s tears don’t keep,
But
the friend's tears make love stronger.
A girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend asked me once if I'd ever had a broken heart. This is essentially the conversation, exaggerated of course.
ReplyDeleteNot only is this poem an account of the various scars on my own heart, but also my philosophy concerning heartache - what can be learned from painful experiences and the importance of personal suffering and empathy in any relationship.
Also, sorry if I made you cry, "But the friend's tears make love stronger."