Stronger

 

I reach down on the floor and pick up the pieces

of the heart that you made me; and I put them together again 

so they may heal back stronger than before, 

because it's what we do, and we shall grow stronger still...

I will not mourn forever, but know this:

even in my mourning, I love you, and I never see the sun 

without you now...even in this dark time for me, 

I know there is you, waiting for me, and I love you.

Even in my mourning I look ahead to the time that is coming 

in it's time, the time when we laugh and don't look back,

because when I can do that, this wounded heart of mine 

will have healed.