Broken Hearted

A new era, with broken spaces and long lost time.
Running mascara, from unspoken words left behind.
So many tears she wept, sorrow-filled; agony—shattering.
His eyes only touching the surface
Of just how much pain was caused.
Adolescence is for fun, passion, and mistakes.
There is no ‘real’ love or relationships so serious as she thought,
Just puppy crushes and lusty infatuation.
A distance… short, long… what’s the difference?
He couldn’t endure the time away
Or the time it took for their meetings, oh sweet dismaying disarray.
Plans always thwarted by adults in their lives, 
Or simply not enough time in the unmistakable dreary everyday.
Oh woe, she has met, but she is working towards getting over
His touch and embrace; his voice and his face…