The Land of the Broken Hearted

Alone she stands at the open doorway, the breeze playing in her hair, ripples of water in a babbling brook.

Bare arms host tiny goosebumps, warnings of what is waiting. Step forward into the gap of bittersweetness. Step back into the shapeless form of her life now.

When she cracks apart her heart the words of his song flood in, she feels herself mere jetsam, riding the waves of unlimited oceans.

When she cracks apart her heart and he departs, she seeks him again, and again in her night time hours, grasping for courage to enter the land of the broken hearted.

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