Lovelorn

Her tears had no note of loath
For the man who played the game
In love was she and was not he?
Whose eyes mirrored her laughter!
The heart she prized of all she owned
Now disdained her for the trust,
Oh why would he not rather kill her she begged
Tormented with lovelorn fate.

Time would heal it all they said
And time does never falter,
The gesture so genuine of smile
She made in greeting whoever loved her
Hidden beneath still lay a heart
Or, once a heart—
Now broken.
The thousand shreds
Some lost, some left
In the mosaic of her existence.