Not the break up

Its not the break up
that hurts the most
Its the promise of a future lost
Excruciating pain emanating from the promises
The exchanged oaths on romantic gardens
a colourful canvas of what could have been
luminous embers the hearts had seen
its the journey to the past
across a field of sharp shards of glass

The bitter concoctions of the now
the sweet waters of then
the untimely passing of forever
the aimless roam arounds to make amends
With a soul despising you
the...