Amelia Redux

You found your worth
That was our issue
I'd be remiss not to admit I miss you
How if I could pick up my heart fragments and draw them upon you like a curtain
I would
Alas,
They're scattered

You know your worth
That's his issue
And I'd be remiss not to wish he didn't split you
I found a piece of heart and tried to reattach
your direction
Was it one stitch
Was it two?

I know your worth
That is my issue
And I'd be remiss not to wish to come get you
Alas
My hearts impressionist recreation unfinished and drab
You'll take it into your open hands
And watch it slip through the cracks
Between your outstretched fingers

I forgot my worth
That was my issue.