Love comes and goes
it leaves little holes where it once lived
like an old nest in a tree trunk
Although it might never be the same,
Someone else will come and help you heal.

People move in and leave again
with pieces of you intheir hands
They steal from you
and, even though it hurts,
somehow they help you grow.

12/12/2002

Posted on 12/12/2002
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