the air is thick with hope
but the dust clings to the lost
the debris is cleared for a new day
but was it worth the cost

a million times yes
outshone by a no
a thousand 'come here's
stopped by one 'go'

what is left standing
of two true hearts
just frames of what used to be
hundreds of broken parts

shattered in peices
can see through the scar
molded to beat again
i don't know who you are