Lovelorn Heart Poem by jose javier berbel marin

I feel the suffocating air in this house.
All that's left is a wardrobe filled with doubts,
A love´s mortgage note of late payments,
And a vanity case full of resentments.

Your memory still lingers in my bed,
Lying in between my solitude and my head.
I still keep a drawer replete of old desires,
My tears can´t extinguish the passion´s fire.

My lovelorn heart beholds
Through the window of my eyes,
But my woes won´t let him see the sky.

Dinner tastes like despair when alone.
The worst punishment is to know
That I lost the person I loved the most.