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The rubble of love
Oh it hurts, hurts as much as any pain in the
World can hurt - if not more. In fact some would
Say it is potentially seismic in its ability to sway
Confidence, demolish dreams and raze promise
To the ground and when the dust settles, all that
Remains is a tearfully confused heart searching
For answers through the rubble of love.
Answers that do not come easily, save perhaps
For the panic-stricken need to do something,
Anything to put things right. Turn back the clock,
Save the day, save the love, save that this love
Does not want to be saved, for this love has
Silently and secretly carved out another love
Elsewhere, leaving behind a troubled heart, so
Let down, so betrayed it may never trust to
Oh, the rubble of love, climb over the debris,
Rummage through the smashed fragments of
Happiness, but wear something warm, for this
Is where the icy wind of lies and deceit blows
Hard and heavy over the mangled wreckage of
An unsuspecting heart. No signs to warn of
Betrayal, no word on the grapevine, no sign of
Two-timing, just an empty house, an empty
Bed, an empty wardrobe, a cab called while
You were at work and finally, a key and a
Note in a white envelope waiting at home.
There is a long sleepless night ahead and when
Dawn breaks and the tears have not stopped, you
Rise to your first day of living alone, still in a daze,
Still wondering what happened, what went wrong?
Days that creep by and cold nights that crawl...
Welcome to the rubble of love.
© Joseph G Dawson