Broken

Broken

I am empty.
I am cold.
I am wounded.
I’m alone.

I have feared.
I have trusted.
I have loved.
I have lost.

What is left from love’s last run,
But a broken heart and a loss of hope?

My mind can see the purpose
Of loving and losing you.
If my heart could embrace it,
I might make it through.

While I gather up the pieces
To mend my injured spirit,
At least give me the peace of sanity
To do it alone.