My last shred of hope snaps; that single
dangling thread of sanity holding the heavy
mirror looking back at me. Now it shatters.
Smashed glass memories litter the floor
with sharp painful splinters.
Romantic dinners and sea view walks.
My hands bleeding ruby droplets, over that
one last strand of the life I once held,
over the jagged edges of drives
and lakeside nights.
Surprises I already knew were coming.
Sunsets and sunrises we saw
with rose tinted eyes.
Now the blood turns them
into toxic skies.
I turn to see
the whole thing collapsing,
like a house of cards.
The walls, the furnishings, the ceiling.
I'm left grasping, Downcast
as they all fall down around me,
tears mixing with the rubble of past.
Dusty memories at best,
already becoming distant as they flow
into the air like birds leaving the nest.
I lay with a tear in my eye.
A snow angel
amongst the debris,
the wreckage
of this old version of me.
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