When love is lost, hate is an equal strong emotion to replace love, at least for a period of time in stages of the grieving process.
The willow is wilted by the west wind
A mouse is playing the piano off keys
Spider web covers the couch you once claimed
My vocal cord is rusted by regret
Two mockingbirds are serenading on the sycamore tree
If only I took your advice and bought the bb gun