A hand cradled my heart
holding on tight
it's palm faced upwards
A hand held my heart together
as it shattered slowly
fragments falling to the floor
A hand clung on to my heart
it was grief
wrapping it's long boney fingers round my beating muscle,
still two pieces were taken
not stolen,
not given away,
two parts of my heart disappeared
never to be seen again.
grief loss death life heart love