A broken record

The only
lesson
I have learned
is that
everything
was meant
to burn.
Leaving in
it’s ashes
the repeating
rueful record
that’s
always stuck
on one track.
Puttering
out those
once persistent
fervent feelings.
Which makes
you yearn for
her soul
in your
arms again.

But love is just
Like a record.
When it’s broken you can never
truly get it back
to what it once was.