my heart remains
slivers of glass
that leave me breathless
when i move the wrong way
the pieces won't fit
together
it will remain broken
for now
neither tears
nor conversations
nor sympathy
are balm for this
pain
only God
and time
will heal
slivers of
my heart
glisten
like glass
sharp and dangerous
drawing blood
when memories crowd in
yet beautiful
because it broke for her
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