I told her, "Here, take this (h) I don't want it anymore, it hurts too much."
She took it and because she thought it was no good, she didn't take care of it. She had had many before and it really didn't mean that much to her.
But it was the only 1 I had.
It had meant more to me, to give it to her, than I meant for me to keep it to myself.
Now it's gone, broken and scattered like the stars on a moonless night.
Maybe, given the time of another life, I can build another,
To share again.