My shattered heart

I scoop the shattered pieces between my hands.
Little shards sometimes snap and penetrate into the gaps between my fingers as I kneel on the floor.
I've performed the task many times before but it's easy to lose fragments amongst the dirt and debris.  
I work carefully, every piece missing is a sliver lost in me.
Impossible to fix, but kindness and sunlight, and being alone for some time, it won't be the same design but it should work alright.
I'll still try.