She had no refund 
For the love she gave him,
No credit, no exchange,
No inventory,
No triumph of a happy love story.
Just a few personal entries,
For all the love she gave is now buried.
Al there is…
Is a an unrelenting ache,
Of heart strings ready to break.
Tied to be neglected and shunned,
Here no victory is won, by either one.
Now all that’s left is words and metaphors,
And tears flowing,
Consistent down pours.