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Glass


In the darkness of the room

I hear your still, cold breaths

I hold a candle light infront of my broken body

I uncover the mask you hide behind

 

Discovering something wild

You are standing there

Your eyes are still and cold

Watching me gasp in the trickling, icey air

 

I freeze with awe

Nothing I've ever seen before

You were extraordinary

Like a peice of Bach's undiscovered peices

 

I begin to feel my knees shatter

I'm close to crashing to the ground

But you catch me

Before I fall into a million peices of glass

 

I feel apart

But you glued me back together

I was cured by your gentleness

You were nothing I've ever seen before

 

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