The heart breaks into many little pieces,

and when you realize not all are found,

that is the moment your life ceases.

Zombie-like, you stumble through life,

devouring those who love along the way,

if you can’t live, why should they?

Then, that lost piece is found,

put back into place, your heart will sound,

true love at last, points you homeward bound.

© Autumn Siders 2014

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