Fragile

 

Sugar glass

cracks and breaks,

painless,

inconsequential,

unreal

the illusions I cling to,

when you’re not there.

But you,

all of you,

any of you,

broken,

would cut me deep.

My family of glass,

fragile things,

like windows,

ever there,

taken for granted.

So ephemeral,

the fragility of this time

I live through,

with my family of glass.

We gather like sand,

the wind blows

and

we drift apart again.

I hold forever your reflection

in my hands.

My family of glass,

my fragile things.

D.E.J. Jan 4th '09