What happened this time?
Who were they?
Regardless of the story or the duration-
The story is the same.
They come to me with their tales of heartbreak.
I count my lucky stars.
I retired my love jersey long ago.
Not my lot anymore.
But my heart does break for the consumed.
For those who’s love burned all.
The thing they birthed,
Now lying in ashen ruin.
Tell me your sorrows.
From those ashes we’ll build anew.