Reassembling
Picking up the pieces of what is left
gazing at the remains of my broken heart
stretching to reassemble from the theft
stringing together each remaining part
though I loved, my was just a test
my heart, a test comparable to Gordion's knot
you passed and shot an arrow through my chest
my heart, a war which you fought, and fought.
Final surrender to that sorrow that is....
Love...
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