Sunday, May 5, 2013

Broken Glass


I wonder what you see
when all I see is glass.
My skin prickles with tiny cracks.

I wonder what you are
when all I am is nothingness.
My heart shatters with revolutionary speed.

I wonder what you feel
when all I feel is void.
Like bare branches of a frost bitten tree.

Sometimes I wonder if you see me at all.
Maybe I’ve just become the shadow of a mirror,
like reflections of your past.

I’m reminded of words you used to say,
Or smiles you cast my way.
Instead I feel nothing but a knot.

The curling pain in my throat,
a physical presentation of a broken heart. 

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