Broken Valentine

Crows roost now 

in our somewhere only we know.

Cawing they laugh, like you,

at a heart in tatters, lying

upon cold stone

where snowdrops wilt.

They peck now

at frayed memories unravelling.

Their eyes, like yours,

full of lust and greed, finally sated

discard the remains

amongst threadbare hopes.

They chase now

after new dreams and desires.

Destroying, like you, all in

their path 

And love? And forever?

Is gone.

Crows roost now

in our somewhere only we know.

Somewhere only I knew.

For you were never really there

And I?

I am just a story.