We all have our own love stories
each in different categories.
Those that didn't turn out well,
those that fell
and those who never understood
why their partner was up to no good.

We all have our sad love stories too,
including the ones we never really knew.
We all have our hearts broken
all because of each word spoken

The ghost you left
a simple suggestion
of memory

And here I am
on my knees
left in pieces

Pictures scattered
Scrawled thoughts
on torn papers

and they beg to burn
but yet
I sit here still and yearn

Come back to me