The joy that you have

It is the joy that I need.

Three million pieces,

On the floor,

More than broken.

Name a destroyer,

Not important to me.

The repairer, I know,

He releases my grief.

The joy that you have,

Is the joy I need.

Only you can number my pieces,

Your hands are qualified.

You are all I need.

Do your work on me,

Before I am swept away.

This is what I ask.