Armed with small pieces

As a puzzle with no match

The heart fragments represent

One piece for every given love

 

A fragmented heart is not

A broken heart in no way

Bits of life puzzled together they are

Where hope once lived inside

 

And each united fragment

Inside of my latent ventricle

It’s a memory of loving

A small fragment for longing

 

Therefore, my fragmented heart

It is not broken or contains any damage

Contains separate stories

But it is united with all the love

 

That one day I have lived and given…

 

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya