From the Scribbler:
My heart is yours.
I thought yours
belonged to me.
As you leave, my heart breaks.
I bend down to pick up
the pieces of my broken heart,
and find pieces that are not mine.
Perhaps leaving hurt
more than you dare to say.
From the Doodle/Song Sommelier:
A sad doodle needs a sad song. (They probably don't even have enough pieces to get that puzzle back together.) Almost, immediately, I thought of "The Littlest Bird" by The Be Good Tanyas.