They say the heart is just a muscle
that love it cannot really know;
then why do I feel mine breaking
as I am watching you go?

What we had is now lost to me
and it fills me with both regret and wonder:
Regret that I wasn't enough for you
and wonder if it's my destiny to be with another.

"There will be another," my friends all say,
"and how to love you right, they will know."
I only wish they are correct because I can't bear
another heartbreak like when I let you go.

*(c)emeraldine087