Lovelorn?

Misery can be forgotten,

Pain healed,

Sorrow can be reasoned with

And loss concealed..

for good!

Lament can be made,

Tears can be shed,

And a spirit defeated,

can once again be fed

with hope!

Its possible to rekindle

That which is frozen.

Mists thick and heavy

that hide the horizen

can be lifted!

But you once asked 

and it made me reel

'To be love-lorn?

How does it feel?'

What feeling

What emotion

What meaning

A burning, biting and a bitter

'WHAT?'

To whatever else you fancy!

To look upto in askance

To one who has already left

And while the world goes

at its own pace

To question
 a blank empty space..

This can't be felt!

An unmoving Abruptness

Can only be stared at

Forever!