January 13th

How does one go back to life after love?
Will your morning cup of coffee taste the same,
or will it be as bland as crisp white paper?
Do your favorite songs turn into dreary ballads
that now sound cheap and forged
rather than beautiful?
Is the one thing you look forward to
going to change from being held in his arms
to hopefully forgetting his touch? 
When tears of joy turn to tears of hate,
where do you turn?
Where does all the love that was once
spent on the one go?
Where did it all go?