pieces

The pieces lay on the floor and I don't touch them for

fear that they will turn to dust in my hand.

Left there to stare at the pieces I wonder how it ever got there

I didn't mean to let it break, no one would ever want that

yet there it is as if someone unwillingly ripped it from me

is there anyone who can pick it up for me? anyone who can

calm my anguish? NO and there never will be.

my heart lay broken on the floor and there is nothing

I can do about it no words can comfort no hand can heal.

ALONE with my broken heart forever more.