Heartbreak Cafe

A poem about a person who's "heartbroken", and finds that there are more people like him/her than he has thought. (S)he enters a place previously unknown to him/her called 'Heartbreak Cafe'.

Heartbreak Café

I never thought I’d be here

But I guess I just walked in through the door

A doorman dressed in red bows and says to me

“Hello, and welcome to Heartbreak Café.”

The atmosphere is lonesome,

I feel like I might cry

But somewhere deep inside me

The tears have all dried up.

I lay a hand on my chest, turn to the doorman

“Did I break something? It feels like something’s lost.”
His smile is familiar but I don’t know him.

“It will heal, over time, but right now its quite broken.”

I look down and see a bleeding heart tattooed over my shirt.

I turn in slow-motion and wander away

Everywhere I turn, I see people that I’ve never known

But somehow I recognize them-

the look in their eyes,

the twisting of a ring no longer there,

the scarlet slash of heartbreak across a chest-

they match me.

I close my eyes, sink down into a chair.

This invisible place is well-populated.

I’ve never been before; I feel as though I will be here forever.

It’s hard to leave somewhere when you’ve finally met your tribe.

Someone slips in beside me

His heart is less broken.

He turns to me, in answer to my unspoken question:

“It’ll take a while. Years, in fact.”

I turn away, unwilling.

This empty feeling inside me just won’t go away.

When I’ve had enough

Of seeking solace in other people’s pain

I go through that door that’s still calling my name

The doorman bows, tells me with a Mona Lisa smile:

“You’ll be back at Heartbreak Café.” 

Author's Note

What do you think? I myself have no prior experience with real heartbreak;) but just let me know what you think, what you like/dislike, etc.