When Love Breaks Down Poem by Carol Anne Bundy

The real sadness when love breaks down
Is not that it is broken
But that those who loved so deeply
Must smash the beautiful memories
In smashing each other.
Smashing the ones once held close,
Promised a moment or forever.

The real sadness when love breaks down
Is not the promise broken
But the one left unfulfilled
Which runs deeper that the skin
Happening in the heart
Sacrificed for pride
As lives drift painfully apart.

Yes, the real sadness when love breaks down
Is that we fail to remember we are human
Adjudicating as if gods
Mortals who can never be
What we never were anyway, now not even in memory,
Denying love's final chance.

And even if you never loved me,
As it now seems so clear.
What holds you back from saying,
The memory you'll hold dear.