From Its Deathbed Poem by Shirley Harrison

I used to adore gazing up
at the magnificent sunset
on those very special evenings
but that was then, when I was in love

nowadays I don't feel anything
when I see that moment of pure magic you know?
the one where the sun and all it's glorious colours
deep red fiery skies
embrace the blue
gently leaving the day behind with a smile
resting for a while
adorning to the moon

I don't feel anything, I'm numb?
numb, as my heart is dead
It's not broken in two like they tell you
after love, the heart is simply dead
it beats yet it's dead

at least until a time
when we want it to reawaken
from its deathbed?