Shards

An icy chill grips me,
As cold as your heart,
Our flow of love stops,
From the barrier of another,
So now I ask,
Where is my heart?
Does it still remain with you?
Or is it crushed upon the jagged rocks of love?
I ponder this as I slowly drift away,
Into the walls,
Into the paint,
Into a hole,
Filled with broken shards,
Shards of me