Pieces

It's sad how sometimes all it takes

Is a well written book,

Or a relatable song,

To make us remember how we feel,

And for the pieces of our heart to shatter.

It's sad how sometimes all it takes

Is a walk with a friend,

Or a cup of hot coffee,

To help it all make sense again,

And for the pieces of our heart to reassemble.

It's sad because sometimes all it takes

Is a softly triggered memory,

Or a picture you shouldn't have saved,

To make us realize, the pieces don't stick.

And no matter how hard you try,

You will always fall apart,

Again.