All that Remains

Of Lost and Found

There are many ways to loose a heart;

It's happened a time to me

Some are loud and reckless, disgrace

Others soft, letting go of an embrace

There are many ways to loose a heart;

Of which I only know few

But I gift others pieces of my shattered self

So that they may hide it, stored on a shelf

I've handed people my heart

Of which they never wanted it

Some who hand it right back,

Along with a silent apology

But there are other times

People are just too polite to say 'no'

So they hold the weight of this little piece

A fragment of clear glass

Some accidentally cut themselves

And stain the heart with blood

A clouded bit, a tiny piece

A new color to add to my mosaic heart

Some hold it gently, oh so gently

And just loose it along the way

A piece unfound, scattered

Somewhere in this crowded city

To that, I've grappled with the thought

Of taking lost pieces of others

It doesn't fit together, but it's close enough

Patchwork, a love for things that are strangers'

Some people throw it back

From across the field, where they took it

And sometimes I can catch it, but other times

It falls short of its destination, and is lost in the grass

'Think fast!' They say

When they no longer want this piece of me

This rough and jagged edge

Make others bleed so easily, but all it in their head

So mind yourself just who you give your heart to

It may be a pleasant path

You may find yourself enjoying the glorious view

Or end up searching for your broken bits on bleeding knees