Burning each box of stamp-less letters of romanceThat I could never sendConstantly reaching for somethingMy hands couldn’t holdThough it brings me hopeTo know that my heart can’t find a new lowI’ve fallen so far down from this warm winter sunFor I’ve been buried inside since that last parting of lipsBeneath a broken streetlight in a dying autumn twilightShe’s my exploding starRaining pain on this darkened lifeMy thoughts screamBury herBurn herLet her fade to a poetry book entitled »Of love and loss »And I’ll never stop readingUntil I decayI have learned that love was born to dieThis broken heart won’t mend