Frail Heart
Every day little bits fall in line
 Landing on this broken heart of mine
 They can’t replace the parts that are gone
 But they make a bridge to carry on
Whenever my face cracks in a smile
 It feels like a bitter cold defile
 A betrayal of the dearest past
 In danger of fading far too fast
Every morning when I wake alone
 I keep breathing air from the unknown
 Each breath is an unwilling suture
 Knitting yesterday to the future
Every night I beseech and implore
 But only truth arrives at the door
 It’s an affliction that’s here to stay
 An echo of your passing away
But those little bits keep on falling
 Though the thought of it is appalling
 With each settled piece, I sadly find
 Acceptance does not have to be kind