The Hardest Part

[Day of the 31 Days of Poetry]

Given the way, the days go by 
                                            he asks her why 
                                                               her heart's so cold
Taking his hand, 
                       she understands, 
                                          why so few lovers ever grow old

Down the trail 
                    they walk in veiled 
                                             conversation, hiding pain
Never before 
               had so much more 
                                   than coursing love between them lain

Promises made
                    and hearts displayed 
                                           in quiet whispered lovers' songs
Held up to the burning Fire
                                   the words speak liar
                                                            the notes sound wrong

Holding on, 
                 the vanishing dawn, 
                                               the fading light of lovers' glow
The hardest part
                       of broken hearts
                                                is learning how to 

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