Tomorrow alone seems a very long time

Once upon a time
I had a heart to give,
but those days like youth and spring
are long gone
and, like my flowers, have wilted slightly
in ignorance and from indifference
as although the seasons still change
and the Sun still shines,
nothing is new anymore
since that day
you said you did not feel the same way.
The wind was ripped from my saccharine sails
with clouds constant onlookers
perpetually casting shade
while in my eyes and heart
a stellar spark went out never to twinkle again.
Not that it was ever your fault;
it was just the cruel hand of fate
left me playing solitaire
when I thought it was pairs
with a pack full of hearts
but it was never a game you wanted to play.
So now I continue to rattle around,
this hollow heart of iron empty of fire
making me a living proverb or idiom
but I would rather much be an idiot of this feeling,
as "'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all"
is not all well and fine
as for the lover unrequited
tomorrow alone seems a very long time
and a lack of love never made much.