This was the night when everything was broken,
When stars collided and fell into silent lonely gardens,
Into dark streets and lamplit highways,
Into houses with slammed doors and rooms full of emptiness,
Where shadows waited in perfect safety
For no-one was there to tread on them.
Outside, the yellow light from the tall street lamp
Threw gold over the green bushes and leaves,
Over the leaves dripping greenness into the darkness
And search as you might,
No spilt blood could be found on this ground,
Spilt only in the heart of the discontinued lover,
Who whispered and sighed,
Lamented and cried,
At how suddenly everything was lost and broken.
But all disconsolate lovers must pull themselves together,
Begin to consider how to mend that fractured heart,
So that a repaired lover may shine like one newly minted,
Who notices for the first time, how all the leaves
In the greeny darkness,
Are edged with gold.
©2020 Gwen Grant