Shattered

I had this summer day where you were fire and I was sand, and we melted ourselves into a rare and perfect glass. Maybe we can be like marbles, well-rounded and varied, or maybe we can magnify and burn splinters in the pavement. Today I see the faintest reflection, smooth but dirty, old and cherished, like the way that you broke me and smashed life on the floor. We've been devitalized; presently I hold just one sliver. Maybe we were fragile, or maybe we can meld again and mold our lives inside.