An Eulogy

And hence we let the broken heart lay in corner.With all the pieces scattered .No ceremony,no funeral,no one to mourn but yourself.You cannot hold someones hand and walk them to the grave to show them what it cost you.A chronicle of all that you lost,after your loss.When someone dies seeing them again would most likely mean seeing their ghost .But you don'

t die after an heartbreak,you turn into the ghost of your pain,an accumulation of your agony walking inside a moving body of flesh .You are the cemetery of your own heart,and every night your thoughts -dressed in black -line up at the funeral

No one knows any better

She texts late that  night ,asking me if the poem was about her .i deny.

but i know she knows

An eulogy is dedicated to someone's name ,heartbreak doesn't have one