A HEART

Somewhere there lie...

Pieces of broken me.

Gather I cannot

But stare at them.

Each is a memory - a part.

A beautiful one.

Desired,cherished,fulfilled.

Yonder lay the heart-

Empty,lone,aloof.

No reflections, no names scribbled.

Just a void.

A  grotesque wound.

A frame without  a  picture.

A drop of tear,

And some petals dry...