Dear Love, why does it hurt so much
When all the pieces fall apart
An aching wound, a bleeding hole;
Though I once yearned to be alone
Sweet love how did it all go wrong
When was it that our paths diverged?
What took us travelling on this course;
Or were we doomed right from the start?
Once I thought it was for the best
Yet now that choice seems so foolish
As for a tender touch I pine;
For love that sheltered from the night
If only time could be rewound
I’d do it all so differently
But now we’re here there is no way;
A break so fierce can’t be undone
Image: Dali, Galatea of the Spheres