Heartbreak

Add another name
To the lists of names
That hurt with just an utterance
We loved,
Once
A mutual feeling,
Shared souls linked
Like hands on a Spring morning.

Put the past in a sealed metal box
Protect if from nature
And prying eyes who yearn
To see the world through skewed perspective
The past is sepia toned cellophane
Made music by designers.

Flee not from truth
But the lies we tell ourselves
The life is better off.
We die a bit inside
With heartbreak
A bit which will never recover
We traded stock in each other
Though one party received short.

I'll never be again what I was for you
And you're better off with that part of me.
It was meant for you anyway.