For my tears that we're shead in secret
This is what I say
I am not weak
For Having a Heart way
                                Heavily on me
Each and Every day.

AND
I am NOT ashamed that who I lost
Holds some of What We Were
Even if...
For now ...
The piece of them I posses
only wounds me
Deeply.

YET
I am not sorry I did not guard my heart
For even though I lost a great deal

I will remember and carry you with me
and slowly...
                  I Will Heal.

So let Me Morn Who We Were
And someday, should I look back
at what I once loved

Know,  that now the piece I possess
fits into a puzzle that depicts
Who I Have Become