080609
August 6, 2009
Our shattered lives were on the floor. They were swept up together. I stopped you from just throwing them away. There must be something left to get us through the night. And after spending time trying to separate the pieces, they got mixed up again. I almost gave up, you asked me to stay. There must be something left to get us through the night. Somehow we used up all the pieces we could save and we walked out that morning with one whole heart.
