Who has the tools

To fix a broken heart?

Surely not a plumber

Or carpenter from the start.

May the pieces meld together,

Once I've started a new life.

Best medicine is  my own,

To move away from this strife.

What caused it,

is still what hurts more.

No warnings,  just an ending.

To a marriage that was in store.

One can swallow their pride,

If they knew what went wrong.

There were no warnings;

Our love was rich and strong.

Yet one day it was over,

When he said his last godbye.

The wonder of what was to be,

I'll never understand, and cry.