So they came.
I didn’t ask them to, they came of their own accord.
And they carved out for themselves a place in my heart.
They wrote their names not on the sand, they knew water would wash it away.
They didn’t write it in the clouds, for rain would wash it away.
No, they carved their names in my heart, where they knew I wouldn’t be able to forget.
And they up and left.
All of a sudden.
Leaving behind a gaping hole, a constant pain, and a broken heart.
My broken heart.