She only gets him when he's broken,
Only when he's falling apart,
She tries to pick up the pieces,
Of his so diminished heart,
She wonders where to start,
She studies them so carefully,
It seems they are part of her own heart,
Suddenly she knows just where to start,
Using her heart as a guide,
She begins from the inside,
With the pieces most like her own,
Until she is left with only the unknown,
And when that is gone,
She sends him where he's headed,
Until he is almost completely gone,
Knowing that the next time he falls apart,
She will be there catching the pieces of his heart,
Until the day she can keep them for herself,
And not have to send him to someone else.