The Guilt of a Broken Heart

A broken heart

Is filled with memories

Over your head

Like a stormy cloud

That even passing time

And new love

Can’t ever fully erase.

It comes at 2 a.m.

With your love asleep by your side

When the sound of their laugh

Fills your dreams

And worst nightmares.

It’s holding your lovers hard

And hating yourself

For the memories

Of the way their skin felt

Pressed against yours.

It’s going on a date

At a spot that used to be yours

And fighting the tears

As you remember the way they smiled

Each time you arrived.

It’s hearing their name

And feeling your heart stop

Because that word

Hasn’t left your lips

Since they left

And you found another.

It’s hearing your love

Humming your song

And remembering the way t felt

When you loudly belted it in the car together

With out a care in the world.

One never fully recovers

From a broken heart

But finds distractions

To cover the ache.