What happens when
A love is broken?
Does it whither in the sun
Or walk away and then break to a run?
Does it shatter like glass between hammer and anvil
Or is it a relief and help you fulfill?
Does it freeze
in the back of one's heart?
Does it melt
In the fires of one's hate?
Or does it implode on itself
Like a star at the end of its life?
Or does it remain,
teasing the heart and mind?

