She Loved Me

She loved me

I wrote her a song
but her sad smile tore it to
shreds
and I couldn’t try to sing it anymore.
I swore I would piece it
together for her one day,
unshred and unshard the notes,
to put a happier smile on her face.
She told me she loved me
and I heard the past tense
too clearly in that sad smile of hers.
She couldn’t help it, I know.
She loved me, she did,
But I never could keep that song
from falling to pieces.