Broken

My heart had a wonderful opportunity to love and to be loved recently these past few months. Sadly things did not pan out favorably for me. I was afraid i would go through depression and broken-heartedness again. I knew it was coming, so i felt prudent to foresee myself sweeping the shattered pieces. But to my surprise, i had learned something tragic - the shattered pieces still they lay from countless days ago. Never touched. Never swept. Never healed. There was nothing left to be broken.