Alone in the company of myself <br />How the walls seem ghostly quiet <br />Thoughts drift to a romance broken <br />The girl that never was or could not be <br />Stay my tongue lest I speak ill of love <br />The words of a broken heart are fierce <br />And sharp as any blade ever known <br />Cutting into the depths of the soul <br />The silence of the night haunting <br />And I alone mourn my own heart <br />What love, what girl I shall not name <br />For it pains to speak such words <br /> And these walls, empty as they are <br />Have become my tomb, farewell love <br />Alone with a broken heart I yield <br />That which I was never to know <br />Were I a greater man than I <br />How would my own company stand <br />Would I know it alone at all <br />Would I know these ghostly walls <br />As I know too well my heart <br />My loves sad quiet demise <br />The forlorn heart exists <br />Where there is only myself and I<br /><br />Matthew Holloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forlorn-heart/
