Left without my paramour…
Torn violently away from me.
Battle scarred and broken,
I bleat out my soliloquy.
Left with phantom pains…
Loss constricts my breath.
Shame lays leaden in my gut.
I harken for whispers of death.
Left without a reason…
Haphazardly abandoned.
A husk of my former self.
My heart lays scattered and stranded.
One Regular Dad 
I like the use of the word “stranded” to describe the heart, and I like the line “a husk of my former self.” Thanks for sharing – I enjoyed it.
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I appreciate that, always a pleasure to share.
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