Broken

Broken house, broken home
squares nothing to being alone.
Looking over the pieces we shattered
they still resemble a shape of what mattered.
It is not that you've found happiness elsewhere
for it was I that saw your needs and pretended unaware.
It matters not my effort towards you was unfair
nor the impact of the unspoken affair.
This is all in the past and somewhat irrelevant.
The intent that it meant will now reinvent to see
as it manifests itself with a new identity.
But why?
Because love cannot be lost, it merely transforms
to find a way to survive beyond our storms.