Tuesday 28 October 2014

The Scattered Pieces On The Floor

I see you are perfectly content in your brokenness,
I don't mean to fix you...
I didn't even mean to pry,
It just so happened I was there...as your world fell apart,
I was only a silent bystander, I could not have saved you, so I did not try.
But I'd hate to think that, that was all we'd remember, of each other...
That your world fell apart, as I stood on by...
I don't mean to ask you what happened or what went wrong,
Or what could have gone right.
I know it doesn't matter now.
It's over. And you tried.
And, I see you're not done grieving yet,
It's okay, take your time.
But you're letting slip fragments of you in this wind,
I'm afraid you'll lose them in time.
So if it's okay with you,
I'd like to keep these pieces of you,
I see, I'm not the security vault you had in mind.
I will not claim to be your savior, your hero or your lifeline,
I will not even try,
But  I'd like to keep these pieces of you, if you don't mind,
So, should you ever go looking for yourself,
With me, your pieces you'd find.