The sickness of betrayal
Gnaws at my center
Sending self doubt
Burning through me
Like a fever.
Cannot eat.
Cannot sleep.
Sometimes I cannot even breathe.
I have faced loss,
To distance,
To death,
To the growing indifference
Of youthful friends.
This loss of you,
Tears, gnashes, destroys,
Sending part of
Who I am,
Or
Who I thought
I was,
Into the abyss of
Nothingness.
I seek alleviation
In friends, in work,
In our children,
In false laughter and bravado,
In the seduction of self-indulgence.
Like the alcoholic seeking
One more drink
I hold on to my love for you,
Hoping for (dreading) the cure.

Is there rehab for broken hearts?