Sometimes I look up at the night sky,
And admire the stars from afar.
Tiny pieces of me broke off and went to them,
Every time you left a scar.
Now it may seem like I'm whole,
But darling that's far from true.
When you broke me pieces scattered into the night,
And the rest went with you.
You still keep them in your pocket,
The remains of my shattered heart.
The rest are in the sky,
But I still feel the pain from light years apart.
{m.w.}
