on loss and broken hearts

This morning, the mascara wand rather did a somersault on the eyelash

the eyelids swollen from yester night’s rendezvous

I suspect the heart unraveled strangely. I’d weep, pause and start again.

Accusations hauled at each other, speculations made

The heartache overwhelming that it would explode.

Like a volcanic eruption, the well suppressed feelings of love and oneness exploded.

The wine triggered the flow of emotions, perhaps.

Or the pang of loss, perhaps.

The thought of you slipping away is too unbearable.

The moon shone through the balmy summer night.

A hint of tear glittered in the corners of your eyes.

You tried to shield it, yet it was prominent on that Greek sculpted face of yours.

Is it okay to be broken-hearted?

Or how much you loved?

Times solves most things.

And what time can’t solve, you alone have to solve it.