Morning breaks a lonely heart
but not the part that mourns
and so it stands eternally
a monument to pain.
Not of stone - no, no, no,
but like a locket round the neck
to not ere drift apart
from the main attraction.
But the main attraction broken now
no longer stands on centre stage
and holds the gaze of one who loves
unblinking and steadfast.
Broken hearts and mourning parts
so near yet far apart
seek but never find
the element that binds.
But when it’s time at last, at last,
for the final bow
perhaps there’ll be a clap and cheer
for the drama of a life
that grants us all the breath of life
until the curtain drops.