A Lover's Love Is Lost Poem by Christian Carbone

Heartbreak is a bike with
no handles, it is adrift
and confused, thoughts never
quite clear, more slanted
and blurry, each year of the
affair pulling on strings from
the sweater of stability

And blame keeps time and
takes it, not for a walk but
for collateral, at times using
it's power to knead it's victim
(the owner)

This other (the winner) in this
scenario owns safety and cares
little for what was, now is what
belongs and they are right but why?
because they have fallen into
a happiness that doesn't miss,
it only desires the after, the place
where heartbreak is not (for now)

It is not a tragedy, it is reality
a harsh reminder of all things
fleeting, beauty and flowers
succumb to time