The shards of what I have broken pierce my heart,
Little by little.
The sudden withdrawal of your voice haunts me,
Little by little.
A silence hangs over our home and suffocates my dreams,
Little by little.
The perfectly arranged slippers at the end of the stairs taunt my daily existence,
Little by little.
Yesterday’s paper grows soaked in the rain of the passing days,
Little by little.
Your roses are dried,
But my tears remain fresh.
Come back to me,
even if it is little by little.