Broke That Heart, That One, That Wept. Poem by Michael Gale

That lone broken heart is spilled upon the ground...
Beat asunder-ed fallen flat, never repaired, only bent.

This heart and all it's silenced beat...
For the one-one day, I'll meet.

One day the fallen lent...
Only gone, as gone it, went.

Spent along the river sad...
Only bad, the one I had.

A drift among the sullen blue...
Only me without a clue.

Only me a wasted depth...
The one I left, the one sad breath.

Stepped upon the misstepped leap...
For this heart, the one-asleep..

Had it's slowing-rowing, wept.
The one I valued, that one-not yet.