BlackHearts Bleed Too

Feelings of Her return to my
fractured thoughts a whirlwind
of confusion and hurt, sitting
on the cold wet park bench
looking at the places the children played.

Crying in the rain to mask my broken heart
deserved but still in need of a kind word of
love of compassion of understanding.

As the rain floods down to compete with
my tears my loss I think of Her my one
good quality now bled out through my eyes.

Happier times echo in my mind which plays
its cruel tricks on me as I see Her face everywhere
and hear the laughter of the children as they shout
to me to come see them play.

This is how I feel having done no wrong to lose
my soul and bleed my heart black in Her eyes
yet how does she feel today how can I tell her
its OK go your way and find a heart UN blackened
by life and loss.

Be happy and safe in all you do.......for you