he found me sitting on the street.
just walked up and said hi



he found my heart that day
just laying on the sidewalk
everyone had given up on it



i had given up on it
but he picked it up
dusted it off
breathed some of his life back into it
and off we went



over the years he slowly built a glass case for it
carefully crafted its new home
and one day he put my heart inside it
he promised nothing would ever happen to it again
and we lived happily
laughing and dancing
stopping to eat fresh cherries from the trees

until the day his heart stopped beating



all that time and i never thought to build his heart a home
i was just so happy that mine had this safe place to reside
that i never thought to pick up his long discarded tools
and make a safe palce for him


and then he was gone

i didnt even realise it
but when his heart stopped
the glass shattered


my heart just fell
it surrounded itself with hundreds of shards of glass


and im beginning to think no ones strong enough
to walk through all that glass the pick it back up

i know im not