Another broken heart
Not the first
not the last
I wish you lived here
So I could
Hold you fast
Tell you the pain won't last
This too shall pass.
Sometimes the heart breaks
with a crack
not for lack
or looking back
or a slow demise
where silence lies
love in disguise
Make the pot of tea
pour me a cup
I will drink through the miles
and listen
as you write lines that might ease
or sing songs
to appease
the silence
Your broken heart will heal
make the deal
to feel
Empty the cup
Make another pot
I am holding you fast
This too shall pass.
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