that I look the same as I did yesterday
and the same as I did last year
but I feel like someone took a little hammer to my pretty, reflective glass self
and it cracked and then shattered
leaving the airy shape of me
and it made a loud noise as the glass pieces scattered
but no one heard it.
It just happened one day.
Maybe in the line at Starbucks
or maybe in history class the other day
or maybe on the shuttle or maybe in the shower or maybe in the library
but it happened
Wherever it happened, the little pieces are all gone
There’s a vacation memory on the floor of the library bathroom
There’s a temper tantrum over a boy’s rude text message on the second floor of the music building
There’s a glass piece in the cafeteria
and another under my bed
and one over there by your feet!
I want them back
because I think it’s time I glued them back together
and if I do a fine enough job
no one will ever know the difference.
If you see any of my little glass pieces of me,
please be kind and return them.