Jagged Little Friends

So I gathered all the pieces; struggled to make sense out of the mess.  A heap of broken thoughts and shattered dreams, but they were so much more to me…

…each in their own way.

I laid them straight to have a look at them.  It all came flooding back to me; a thousand faded memories of things long past, of love, of pain, and of something in between.  Evil recollections of disappointments and surprises that I never saw coming…

They said so much, but no sense could be made.  So I clumped them back together, into a ball as I had found them, and returned them to my chest; and there they still lie beating.  Constantly beating and waiting…

…waiting to be beaten…

…beaten and broken again…

My sweet, lonely, soft, and feeble; jagged little friends.