Shattered Pieces

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 inyour tender warm hands.
It falls into a million shattered pieces - onthe floor it lands.
You begin to bend down to pick it up,
sorrow andsadness 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 heartthat has fallen apart.
I am the one who needs to pick up the pieces ofmy 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 aheart
that feels like it's being pierced with a knife.
All my tears won't keep you
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 theworld,
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.