I pick up
what you
deliberately dropped;
the broken
object discarded.
Yet its
brokenness remains
in you.
Is this
your healing?
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A Fullness in Brevity - Adam Byatt 
This is very good. I love that the broken object is discarded yet it’s still within the person.
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I am unhappy with the final two lines, and they are dependent on the purpose of the poem.