Lingering to pick up broken glasses,

These are all memories, and they all hurt.

This shattered mirror is a reminder that even the strongest things can break.

My heart is broken.

It’s not the kind of gloom where one howls all the time.

My eyes are filled with glimpses of what could have been.

The dismay overwhelms my indisputable being,

Leaving one hub aching and my gut replenished with lifeless butterflies.

I can’t flee from this impairment.

It is hard for me to depict.

I feel so unattended, bleak, and left in the lurch.