When Love Dies

You speak to me of bridges burned,
of vagrant vows and love unearned,
of hearts being shattered into shards;
dreams built on a house of cards.

Professed becomes a tedious cant;
stock phrases that will not surplant.
The ideals that were aspired to,
when you loved him and he loved you.

Now sadness stands aside for hate,
the chains are off, you've cleaned the slate
and you can feel the building quake;
the past and future, both at stake.

The tremors rip foundations out,
although, when built, a strong redoubt!
And as it all comes tumbling down
you wear in victory, a frown.

For how is victory defined,
what walks the inroads of your mind?
As sadness now reclaims its seat
and winning, seems much like defeat.

The winds of change, become a sigh,
the storm is past, the past decried.
There's no more to be said or done,
and only memories, linger on.