All That's Left

All that's left is an old straw broom And the traces of her sweet perfume There's an echo of a small boy's laugh And one forgotten toy giraffe All that's left is a set of toys And the plant that always made her sneeze Shadowed corners screaming everywhere Outlines in the dust of my favorite chair How do I mend such a fragile thing As her broken heart How do I end all her suffering Tell me where do I start 'Cause all that's left is photograph I touch my lеtter that lies torn in half The piеces float and flutter to the door The words forgiven love stop at the door And as I take them in my hand tenderly And think of how it used to be I know these pieces Are all that's left for me