| i'll be right back love i have to go clean up some broken glass it's been left there for so long that i have almost forgotten what it was but i remember it...it was the glass heart box that sat atop the piano and now - - now that i think about it i remember very clearly what happened it was the night of that car crash and i came home i was in tears and i played the piano to calm myself - - - she is not coming back - - - and i layed my arm across the top of the piano and the glass heart fell and shattered (much like my own heart had and hour or two before) and i ran from the room to by bed where i sat staring at the bottom of my feet where the glass from the fallen heart had left punctures with glimmering slivers of memories of you peering back up at me the hours that were spent that night bent over my own two feet in the bathroom under flourescent light removing each tiny little piece - - - - - - - - - - and here i am now after four long years without you and i am sweeping the glass from this floor the glass that i have avoided the glass that i have avoided and i am sitting here looking at a dustpan full of little pieces of us i will never throw this part of me away even thought the shards fall into the oblivion of a trash can i feel as if i have given this thought it's time but it will never die but it will never die - - - - - - - - - - and where i am now sitting on the piano bench running that night over and over over and over over and over reliving it I start to play that song with the remaining rememberances of you still atop the piano |
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