Hearts are easily broken, and this seems to be an art

Which some of us hone to a keen edge right from start

For they become so immersed in your life, they fall

And then start making long-range plans for one and all



And so one cools heels by dealing with the here and now

And this puts them on a back-burner, so they disallow 

You access to their connection of which you're apprised

Which hurts you deep inside - really quite a surprise



And then when messages go back and forth pretending

Nothing is wrong - then you feel your gut wrenching

And the mass of short-circuited wires becomes alive

With little sparks which randomly fly as you strive



To complete the thought which has so focused you

As the stabbing pain twists in back, to your shoes

And the realization comes - it cannot ever be over

For you're so enamored, you're willing to show her.



- Tristram