Brush the hair back from my face
Wiped my tears away with barren hands
Nothing of this makes any sense to me now.
We built a love I thought nothing could break
But if anyone can break something, it is me
Through what I consider to be no fault of my own.
I frantically begin looking for my phone
Maybe I can hear his voice
And all of this will suddenly become clear.
The phone rings but he doesn’t answer
It is a call he unwilling to take
Because it is me the other end.
I sit for an hour looking at my phone
Wishing he wanted me
Praying to have his heart back.
Days later I’m sitting on a porch
Thinking of nothing really
When it occurs to me I’m done.
Josephine Ranes 
You capture and express the emotion so well, I can feel the knot in my own stomach! Exemplary!