I sat with my first love today

Together we lamented of things past

When out of nowhere a deafening crash

Removed from my trance I stared,

at a pile of broken glass

So startled I was as I watched

my vase fall,

watched it float to the ground,

flowers and all

I think a shard must have flung into my eye,

my heart lets out a shattered cry

I’m on my hands and knees

bloody palms, sharded feet, broken screams

The glass cuts and breaks my flesh away

yet it smiles and shines,

happy to see a new day

How will I ever pick all of this up?

Oh my wretched heart is sore,

I’ve never dealt with broken glass before.

I sat with my first love today

And there all my broken glass now lay.