Deftly steamrolled, I fell down,
And as you turned and walked away,
My head rolled cleanly to the right,
My heart; the other way.

They swept me up like Humpty Dumpty
And put me on a window sill.
Like an apple pie (half baked),
Here is where I'm sitting, still.

Like loosely scattered pocket change,
Some of me is everywhere,
But as I lie under the sun,
I suddenly become aware--

Though I need time to pull myself together,
I know I can't stay on the bench forever.