Was this what Elton John was really singing about? A Rocket Man?
" She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone"
Oh she packed my bags alright, packed them GOOD. And it sure is going to be a long long time ...In fact her ticket for me was ONE WAY and its Byebye and NEver come back...ya hear? !
You spend a good number of years learning to love her. At first it was never meant to be forever. You kept your pokes in the fire. But slowly you realize that even though shes not the cutest out there. Even though shes not built like a brick shit house. Not the one who catches your eye in a room full. But you come around to see her inner beauty and then realize that she is so much more then the sum of her parts. In time you grow to genuinely love her....to need her...to want to spend the rest of your days with her. Time has made you bolder and wiser and now you are able to commit and be a one woman man. Cautiously you give your heart to her, knowing how many times you have had your heart broken, but this time has got to be real. You think of her all through the day when shes away. You text, you call, you email, you snail. Before you close your eyes every night you make sure to speak to her and the first thing when your eyes open you look for her.
You are there for her when shes down, there when shes high, there when shes happy or sad, glad or mad. You cant wait to get in touch with her and talk to her about your day, about her day. You trust her and you listen to her. YOu treasure her. You feel for her. She makes the world better. You watch and hear of other soldiers of love suffering from loss and somehow its ok because your love is strong. You have your baby and the war is from from your shores. She makes you feel safe, feel that there is a better tomorrow.
But the choices made and the situations unfold and time has found you more away from each other then you'd like to be.
Then you feel a change in the wind. And then you KNEW it, shes found someone else! You get the dreaded Dear John letter, only its not to John, its to YOU !! And suddenly you dont know what you are reading. You call and you talk and cajole and negotiate and threaten and plead. But you hear a whole different story then one you had held to be true. She reads out a litany of your sins. Your sins, transgressed against the very one you love. You are bewildered. You dont recognize that man so hated is yourself. But..but..but.... It all falls on unhearing ears.
You take a step back. A breather. Let the tempest blow its course, let the swells even out. But a few days pass, a few weeks pass. Everyday, you are not sure whether to call or not. NOt sure what to say.
But when you do get ahold of her, shes cold and distant and tells you to get off the phone because shes expecting a call from HIM. Her new love. WHo is everything you are not or can be , according to her new dictum. He is her new mantra, her everything, the one who she runs to. Your armour is rusty, his shiny. Yours squeaks , his is well oiled. You dont know what to feel but feel you must.
She needs time apart, to sort things out. She needs more time. And more time ..away...from YOU.
Then she writes again seemingly out of the blue. The fact that you are still "in the picture" has been deemed to be unacceptable to the new union. And the "regretful" decision has been made. You are officially let go. Here is your ticket to space. Good bye and take your time coming back down to earth, in fact, dont bother.
And there you are , out in space. NO , not just out in space ... actually LOST IN SPACE.
A ship with no home port to return to. Your services no longer needed. Your affections unwanted.
Women. While they still address you as darling, their heart has turned cold. While you are kept unsuspecting, plans are put in motion to put an end to you.
What to do with your now surplus emotion? Built up over many years. Nurtured even over many years. What to do with them? Can they be stored? Can they be ignored? Can they be saved for your next love?
Best dig out that old Bee Gees vinyl. Yes how DO you mend a broken heart?
" I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again."
HOw do you?