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