The Debris Of Love Poem by Phil Soar

I sat beside the debris
Like some lost and lonely clown
Like Humpty Dumpty in that rhyme
When his wall had tumbled down
The broken glass upon the floor
From that old picture frame
Meant everything had crumbled
And that life was not the same

The tide had turned, and so had we
Our path no longer straight
Our world had no more chemistry
And maybe it's too late
Now as I sit, a lonely man
With nothing I can say
I'll have to start my life again
And muddle through each day

I stood beside the debris
With some doubt about tomorrow
Trying hard to raise a smile
Not wallow in the sorrow
And as I take a narrow path
Down which I'll search for hope
I hope to find a highway
That I feel can help me cope