I love Gina’s writing. This so moved me.
I had shared all my favourite songs with him
He trashed them as he walked out the door
You picked up the broken vinyl titles and made me a mix CD
Then sat on my room floor and listened with me
did you see me among those shards?
did you cut yourself on me?
I looked at your bruised fingers
kissed each one and thanked you
you said those broken pieces of me
were now part of you too