Reaching down into a box, I pull out photos that are memories. I try to put them back inside of me. I weep until I am an empty shell and look for comfort but find little. My life is destroyed by your betrayal and all I am left with is the shattered shards of love. So I will pull together what I can find and paste together what I used to be. I will let you go slowly as I continue picking up pieces of what I have left of me.