Humpty Dumpty Heartbreak

She'll respond in five days, and by then, I'll have changed my mind about the meaning of life and love some hundred times, calling out to God above, or below, or in my heart to guide me to some rational explanation, as to why I'm being ignored, but I'm not, I'm simply a victim of someone elses abuse, and the women I meet are never normal or happy like the rest of the world, but are rather shattered centrepieces of marble, more beautiful in their broken condition than any old run-of-the-mill blonde reproduction, and it's not about sex- it never is, it's about giving and recieving love... an eternal craving for the recognition of a broken soul, but in those five days as you're wasting away in denial, I waste away in recognition that I'll never have you, or hold you, only in pieces, only on some other day where I might re-imagine you as whole, only to lose you again in the evening, and spend the next month trying to put you back together again, when no-one can. I love you.