The final time

You broke my heart for the final time
Which I didn't think was possible,
Because it had been broken so many times before.
But you came along,
Picked up all the remaining pieces and held them in your hands,
Then crushed them to a fine powder,
And let go.
Scattering the dust into the air with the next rush of wind to pass by.
You broke my heart for the final time, 
Because you made sure there was nothing left to break,
Not a speck left behind to see,
And now I'm heartless, unbreakable, and unwhole.
I'm left free as the wind, and lost as the dust.