Broken Heart Begone

the ghost of love

My broken heart is an old friend now

I see her once in awhile

In eyes of other faces

The shattered dish that fell upon the tile

 

She never smiles

And I still feel her pain

But it no longer belongs to me

And I never worry to see her again

 

Although she’s there in a shadow

Sometimes when I’m marking the calendar days

Or looking through old photographs

Clothes with tough to remove stains

 

She never bothers me just stops and stares

I always look back for a moment at her

And then smile to myself

Hug my wife and close the door

 

Reviews

[Blue]

I like the personification of your broken heart to an old friend, but I’m wondering why it is a “she.”

[Michael G. Smith]

Because it was a she who broke my heart being that I'm heterosexual. The old friend is the brokenheart scenerio not my actual heart organ.

[wordman]

your telling a life long story of love and loss of love,great write !

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks brother. A familiar scenario I'm sure we all know well.

[wordman]

yeah! especially on a poetry site,or a song

[DarkTruth]

I think it tells a story that is so very true for all of us and it is so beautifully written.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you so much. Without any broken hearts will never know what true love is.

[DarkTruth]

Your more than welcome. This is so very unfortunate but also so very true.

[Lyan]

I think to some extent our human nature is to dwell a little bit on why something didn't work out. For some the dwelling never stops and that's where the problem would lie. But eventually it's positive when we can finally let it be and close that door. Realize what we have in the present time is the way it's supposed to be.

[Michael G. Smith]

Absolutely true. Thanks for giving your insights.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Michael, this is so good! I think it is identifiable with so many people. I know a friend of mine whose wife ran away from him after the first week of marriage. She cheated on him a week after the wedding. He had to live with his own perceived failure for years until he dared to trust again, and found love one more time. He still sees her, or a shell of her former self, around town. This is well written, and pulls emotion out of you with every line. I love the ending! Great writing.

[Michael G. Smith]

No matter how painful the old adage rings true "it's better to lost and loved than to never have loved at all. If we never experience a broken heart we'll never truly feel the highest peaks of love for without that comparison how will we know? I'm sorry I took so long to respond. Thank you for your wonderful comments.

[Bright Ocean Star]

You are welcome. It is a pleasure to read your words. God bless you.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

the worst kinds of ghosts........
but life goes on.......
clever and brilliant......
i loved it!!!
:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you. I find ironic you should use the analogy of ghosts. I have another piece titled "Ghosts of Love" if you'd be interested in reading?

[Lydia Shutter]

Broken hearts.....most of us have suffered them at some point. Best to keep them in the shadows and move on with our lives. I like the attitude in this. You had a broken heart, but found a wife and you love her...that is what you dwell upon. The personification of the heart is great. Very well written. Lydi**

[Michael G. Smith]

I thank you for you're insights. I discovered that love and relationships journeys of learning. Most times these lessons are positive but yet without the negative there's no comparison of experience of the two, if that makes any sense?