The Pieces of A Broken Heart

All the scattered little pieces

Of her forlorn and broken heart

Lay in tatters all around her,

Where each fell as they broke apart.

As she looked, in grief, upon them,

Tasting their tears, salty and tart,

She realized that each piece still

Loved him, as she had from the start.

So she gathered them together

And washed them in her flowing tears.

She knew she could not console them,

For they would love him all their years.

So she buried them where thistles

Would guard them with their fearsome spears.

She left them, but she can't forget;
Their weeping is still all she hears.