Tiny silver slivers
A piece for you
A piece from me
And then to give to someone new
Giving them back to me is useless
They are tiny little shards
And they cut too deep
The intent was for you to keep
It anyway...
So these minute missives
In tarnished grey
Scattered with lost love
Spelled out your name
Broken on the ground
Beneath your swaying form
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