Heartbroken

I sketched the image of your face on the air

But the wind was not that fair, erased it

Now it exists not there

Beeps and horns are hurt

I know that there is an accident

In my heart

For my heart broken, torn and ripped speaks in mixed languages

All in different accents

Accompanied by an unusual unrhythmic beat 

My feet freezing cold

Weak and wobbly, my body can not hold it for long

My mind lost in the wildest of thoughts

Our memories superstitious like ghosts

I refuse so has nature in my heart you can never be a host but a prey.