하퍼 퀸 Harper Quinn

Picking Up the Pieces

The coffee's on, the sun creeps in,

Another day to start again.

Your boots aren't by the door no more,

But I still sweep this hardwood floor.

The ache runs deep, but I won’t drown,

This small-town heart won’t let me down.

Picking up the pieces, one by one,

Mending what’s broken, under this sun.

I don’t hate you, I don’t cry,

I just keep living, and asking why.

Picking up the pieces, learning to run.

The mailbox holds no letters now,

But I keep writing anyhow.

The diner’s busy, the faces change,

I smile through the quiet pain.

Every step’s a shaky start,

But it’s one more stitch in this patched-up heart.

It ain’t about forgetting,

It’s about forgiving slow.

Picking up the pieces, one by one,

Mending what’s broken, under this sun.

I don’t hate you, I don’t cry,

I just keep living, and asking why.

Picking up the pieces, learning to run.

The sky don’t pity, the stars don’t wait,

But I’ll make peace with this twist of fate.

The love we had, I won’t regret,

I’ll carry it with me, but not as debt.