Shattered

The glue called hope fell off like a scab once more revealing a shattered and broken heart. Sounds of pleasure throw salt on the wound, the subsequent laughter tramples on it. Dreams drifting back to from whence they came, leaving nothing but their empty husks that bring tears and convulsions when gazed upon. The emptiness in my chest where the warmth of another could be felt after a long embrace. Not a single word of comfort can be heard for all are busy and rightfully concerned about more important things.

But I need that comfort, for I am all alone in a strange land with no one to turn to for help. I am once again adrift.

I'm sorry I couldn't look at you and say "see you later"...