The Day My Heart Died

The Day My Heart Died

The day my heart died was just another day to everyone else,
The sun continued to shine,
The earth kept rotating,
And I just sat there trying to remember how to breathe;
Trying to decide whether I wanted to continue to breathe.

If you’re reading this, let this serve as a warning;
This is what happens when your heart is no longer your own,
When it escapes its bony cage and nestles within the palms of the one you love.
This is what happens when you give your heart away.
Yes, it is magical and beautiful beyond description,
But such a thing does not come without a cost;
And the cost is a heavy price to pay.

Your bones ache as your breath is ripped away from your body;
As your flesh searches for your soul.
You have gone,
Left with them,
Yet somehow, at the same time, you're stuck here,
And all you feel is hollow,
Because part of you is missing and you'll never be able to get it back.
How is it that we are expected to survive this?
How is it that we do not mercifully die right on the spot so that we both can go and be reunited with our 	Maker?
Why is this the price those who have loved must pay?
Why are we left behind to survive the day our heart died?