Merry Nameless Tune

He use to whistle.
A lot.
Loudly.
But well.
He doesn't anymore.
Instead,
He's quiet.
I don't remember the last time
I heard his merry nameless tune.
I miss it.
A lot.

The Dream

It was cold. Goose bumps covered my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to retain heat. I wandered through the thick trees, eyes scanning.
I couldn't see very far. It was dark and gloomy. The thick gray fog only added to it.
Finally, to my relief, i broke through the thick forest and stepped quietly onto a thin dirt road. Still, I couldn't see far. The road went straight, cutting through the trees, disappearing into the tick gray fog that hung close to the ground.
I wrapped my long cloak around me more tightly and sat down in the road. I felt over dressed in such a place in my long, elegant dress and cloak.
I sat waiting, swallowed in the eerie silence and cold.
He said he'd come. Come and save me.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But he never came.

Reality

Love, most would say, is a very common and often happening thing i the world today. And so, broken heart are also, sadly.
Love for most, is usually a great experience that they usually enjoy. Love i the over whelming feelings and thoughts of only ever thinking about one person. A person who you feel is the most wonderful, amazing person ever. Some one who you only want to make happy. The only person you want to ever spend time with. Some one who you think is the center of the world. Some one you feel like you could never life without.
And then you find your poor heart being horribly stabbed, often multiple times. You'd already given it away completely, so you've lost all chane of protecting it as you helplessly watch it being stabbed and squeezed to death, then be dropped and stomped on the ground, never to be touched again. Forever scarred and deformed with little hope of repair.
You scoop it back up, and despite your efforts it won't feel any better and every pulsing heart beat is an extremely painful reminder of everything you once had.
Some say it's possible to die from a broken heart. People give up on life, unable to move on from their long lost love. Slowly, the extreme depression combined with stress, loneliness, along with the unwillingness and uncare to live results in a down ward spiral of good health. Possibly leading to death.
Some don't believe one can die from a broken heart, but I do. A broken heart is a terribly consuming thing and it eats you both mentally and physically.
Death from a broken heart is a painful reality.