Apr 25, 2006 20:17
she held my broken heart in her hands
and looked up at me with innocent eyes.
Don't worry, honey, she said, I can fix this.
I stared down at the tiny shards in my bloodied hands
and tears of doubt welled up in my eyes
from behind the plate-glass windows,
the eyes of those girls were laughing--
but she smiled and took my heart in her hands
carefully fitting all the pieces together
and spreading them with love and glue
Oh, she said, there's something missing.
we searched for something to fill the hole
where there once had been faces
coupled with hearts and laughter and smiling eyes
but they had gone, taking smiles with
It's okay, I said softly, it's fine incomplete--
forgetting would let it happen again.
And then, like some treasure from distant lands,
she extended my newly-mended heart to me
and the sun rose over the mountains
she smiled, and I smiled,
and then she touched my arm gently,
my smile carrying me with wings to the heavens
See, it's not so bad, honey, she said.
I told you I could fix this.