Your name is written down here <br />On this broken piece of wood <br />I carved it out in silence <br />To hold you longer than I should <br /> <br />But this blade is not a weapon <br />It's a tool of deep regret <br />Cutting through, to cleave in two <br />A heart with nothing left<br /><br />Chris Bradshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driftwood-13/
