It slipped from me again
Dashing onto the ground with a clatter
I swear I heard it shatter on impact
A look down confirms it
With a sigh, I lament,
Bend down and start collecting the pieces
I fear I've run out of glue
To make it whole
Once more, as the many times before...

Pieces collected,
I chuck them all back into their place
In my chest, where they clumsily come to rest
Broken fragments of a broken heart

I'll try to stick it back together later