the wanderer tries to sit still

how can you forget a place...
a place where there was the serenity of the wind,
but your mind, clouded?
where there was the calmness of the skies,
but your thoughts, flustered?
where there was the brightness of the sun,
but with tears in your eyes?

how can you forget a place...
where every tree danced with glee,
insensitive of the things around it?
where a simple chair looked back at you,
as if in celebration of your emptiness?
where the chirping of the bird was like a sing-song of mockery,
as if laughing at you?

how can I forget a place
where every nook reminds me of a sad past,
of an almost lover turned to dust,
of goodbyes said a thousand miles apart?

i've been here before,
the place where you broke my heart.