with this pencil i hold in my hand
i will sketch and i will write
i will do the things to cope
because i lost you
a week ago yesterday

but not long after i begin to draw
the pictures will remind me of you
the tears will fall and scatter
and i will lose myself
yet again

because you took me
which was a piece of pottery
and you pried off the glued down lid
you opened me up
told me what love was
and then you left me