Inside my sleeve, I pull out my heart,handing it to you, "careful
it's fragile,and easily falls apart."Extending your arms, you take
the heart in your tender warm hands.It falls into a million shattered pieces
- on the floor it lands.You begin to bend down to pick it up, sorrow and
sadness in your eyes.Apologies are not enough.Looking at you with tears in
my eyes,I ask you not to pick up the pieces of a heart that has fallen
apart.I am the one who needs to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart -
one by one, piece by piece.I need to put it together again, some how. some
way.Each piece of my heart has a memory so true.Each piece of my heart has
part of you.You are the one who is leaving to start a new lease on
life.I'll just be here on my knees picking up the pieces of a heart
that feels like it's being pierced with a knife.All my tears won't
keep you near All my tears won't mend what's not here.Again I look
at you with a whisper in my voice,The only way my heart will mend and
finally be complete,is if you and I can come together without being
discreet.You see, what we have here and today, helps me face the world, with
a love for you that gives a glow -but now, my darling, you made a choice.My
heart is on this floor, shattered and broke.With each piece I pick up -I
need to learn to let go.


 
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