Losing love is hard on the heart.

Sometimes we feel we’re coming apart.

Feelings of pain

Battle this stain

 

Its so hard to love and lose

Robert Johnson come sing the blues

Its not to separate heart from brain

As we battle scorned disdain.

 

Yet recovery stands and stairs in vain

We carry marks as left by Cain.

Loneliness is a dreadful spot

Seems to be a dread filled plot.

 

How we recover is a strange domain

Wheels turning filled with pain

Yet somehow we battle through

Like seasons turn and begin anew