A short little poem I wrote a few years ago. The locket is supposed to represent a heart.
I broke my locket today, and you weren't there to fix it.
I thought back to all those times before, when you where always there, waiting, calmly, to fix it as good as new. No matter what I had done.
I broke my locket today, and you weren't there to fix it.
They came and told me today, told me what had happened. They said you where doing what you do best, you where fixing lockets. But there was a problem with your locket. A problem that nobody knew about.
I broke my locket today, and you weren't there to fix it.
They said your locket shattered, in all its wonderus glory of age, it couldn't hold up. They said you where gone before they knew, before they knew what had happened.
I broke my locket today, and you weren't there to fix it.
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