Shards


I hear the breaking of glass

and feel this searing pain

before the shards.

I wonder if anyone feels so?

There has to be none.

I am surrounded by

Two-by-two, be it

In friendship or love,

I see dark clouds above.

I look yonder

through the broken shards,

feeling like a house of cards,

watching you with regard

A gaze we share with

a promise of something rare.

Fuelled by courage,

a name was shared,

With the hopes that friendship would flourish.

Silence ensued.

Awkward silence,

cold as glass, for

What is broken will not last!

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