Various Writings
Incomplete
My cold glass heart
you picked it up
caressed it gently
and warmed it
in your hands.
Then tossed it
high into the sky.
Came
rudely plummetting
back to Earth.
Crash landed.
Shattered
into a million
pieces.
I'm trying
to find
all of the pieces.
Pick them up
and fit them
back into a whole.
But I can't.
You are stepping
on the last one.
Please
move your foot.
Let me have it back.
Back.

All of the above poems are by yours truly.
Any comments about the above are welcome. Please post them in my
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