broken down

The lonely man sat. 
Reminiscing a love, had. 
Heart shattered in pieces. 

A sponge can be broken down, 
And reassemble back themselves. 
Something the lonely, broken man in town 
Wished he could do himself, 
Instead of dwelling on the past. 
A love that was meant to last. 

The cells recognize each other 
In order to reform into new sponges. 
The lonely man sat, recollecting his thoughts, muttered. 
His brain was ruined, mind in the gutter, 
All because of a love that he lost, 
A love that he wondered.