Pieces On The Ground

Her heart, in pieces on the ground next to him, the one she gave it to.  As fragile as it was, as many scars and dents appeared on it, she gave it to him anyway.  She trusted him to hold on to it with care and love.  Little did she realize that he too had a heart just as broken,  pieces he had tried to glue together himself.   Sadly she was unable to recognize that he too had handed her his fragile heart with trust and hope. Unable to see beyond their own wounds, they let the heart of the other slip through their worn, tired, hurting hands. Neither, knowing what to do, looked down at the hearts that lay broken at their feet. All they knew to do was to turn their backs on each other and walk away. Broken and hurt, the lovers that knew they were meant to be, instead were no longer. Had only I picked his heart up and held it once again against me, maybe he would have known my heart will always belong to him and I would do anything for his.