Even with all the pieces back together, again,
There is a scar on my heart.
In the shape of you.
So, I wrote a poem about it.
And a book.
And another book.
Drew some pictures.
Some short stories.
And I even dug out my needlework.
Who knew scars could be such fertile ground?
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