Tattered Remains

My walls are caving in upon my heart, And time no longer seems to want to care, I yearn to remember, forget your part, That caused my love to be naught but thin air. In mirrored shop-windows, I see your face, Your laughing smile is kissing someone new, Where’re I look I see you ev’ry place, Behind closed eyes I see similar too. I long to leave this place of intestate, To leave forlorn and hope, simply be free, But ev’rything I see makes me yearn to wait, ‘Til once more I hear you say you love me. My weary heart is ripped from seam to seam, I’m left with tattered remains of a dream. Form: English Sonnet