good friday

it’s good friday today
& more than one thing died
the hope that you had changed

that i could make you grow up
but you’re still the same little boy
that i fell in love with

cry yourself to sleep
because i won’t cry for us
i have been broken before

and i don’t need the damage
of your heart forcing its
way into fracturing mine

we must learn to heal
the pieces that remain
to be whole again