Every minute someone, somewhere are crushing the heart with those unexpected words, the rainbow shatters and moonless night falls over...

Yes that’s what she said to him,
“Sorry, I have fall out of love”
like it was a simple information
about the weather, just a thought,
which came not as a surprise
for a woman that could take it all,
without thinking of consequences,
jus take, use well and then…throw.

Dumfounded face on a hurting man
deeply tabbed with dagger’s shock,
he didn’t wake up that day expecting
to be tossed down by any storm
waiting behind an emotional corner
to ambush his heart and then shove
the broken pieces over abyss’s edge,
unwanted souvenirs of something old.

Even from the most finest tapestries
man can get rags if the pull is strong,
but what can you get tearing apart
the shreds of someone’s soul?
after he escaped death by grabbing
“returning to her” a cherished thought,
to hear the coldest phrase from her,
“Sorry, I have fall out of love…”