Small liquid drops of sadness dance lifelessly upon my cheaks.

I wipe them slowly away from my freshly shattered soul.

He broke my life into pieces and arranged them on the cold floor,

I could only marvel at his wonderous ways,

He would slice away his pain,

and store it in his heart for later.

The day I found him,

Later would be no more.

He carefully boxed away his pain and set it in a dark corner upon a dusty shelf,

I told him he could leave it there,

Abandon it forever more.

But the days grew longer and the nights colder.

He would gaze longingly at his small box sitting on that dark shelf,

He took it away from its shelf and let it engulf him in countless memories of pain and hurt.

He sat there for hours,

the pain sourrounded and sufficated him,

Until he dug deep into his box and pulled out the very last memory.

The memory swarmed neartest to his soul and entered,

The memory was of me.

His mind came to the surface gasping for air,

But he left behind his heart for the pain to devower.

That night, his heart broke.

It broke into millions of tiny pieces and exploded out of its caged body,

It floated around the world, out into the unknown,

Searching for anyone who would hear its story.

For thousands of years he wandered to many lands,

Searching for a heart that was never really his,

Until he found himself at my door nocking gentally,

I let him in,

He shared his story, of a heart broke from pain.

I told him that I'd heard of it before,

Losing a heart that was never there.

We talked for many hours,

Catching up on old times that had escaped from his thoughts long ago.

I filled his empty body with thoughts of love and kind.

I poured my soul into his absent heart.

That night he walked home to his dark corner with his dusty shelf,

His whole body filled to the brim with warmth and love.

He sat in his dark corner and he thought of me,

Slowly building up the frame of his heart,

Repairing every hole, every crack with a different memory of me.

That morning he awoke to find a new heart sitting on that same dusty shelf.

He flew to my door to share his new found beauty with mine.

I let him in,

He told me of his new treasure and he asked me of mine.

I told him it was nowere to be found.

He stared at me in utter disbelief,

He searched every shelf in my soul.

When nothing was found,

I told him last night while I tryed to repair his broken heart

I had accidently broken mine....