Broken glass stars

 

Broken glass stars

pierce the black night,

but teenage dreams

no longer sleep

in the sweet girls head,

not since the lights

switched suddenly

from green to red.

Swerving into oblivion,

the passing car

ripped through fog.

Headlights killed

the light stone dead.

 

The crunch

as the hearse

drives up

the gravel road

to the graveyard

beside a church,

the thud as the doors

open and shut.

The gasps at the coffin

so small and innocent.

is lifted and a chapter is closed

 

Bloodied torn fingers

scraping through

the dirt in my mind,

mixing with tears.

Eggshell skin cracks so easily,

I'm brittle and little by little

I'm wearing away.

I sought answers

in the hurt,

to why, on earth

a young life

didn’t deserve

the chance to bloom?

Why was there

a stain on the moon?

Why didn’t it call out

and tell her to move?

but only more questions arose

and more tears flooded my eyes.

 

Life had barely been tasted,

wasted by a mistake, a

moment of madness in the foggy lanes.

But I remember hearing the news.

As youthful innocence

walked out of the room,

replaced with screeching wails

and mourning veils

as we were consumed by the loss

of someone so bright.

Once the darkness began

to drift into the past those days became

stained glass fragments of stories

that could never last.

Though one lasting memory lived on,

the memory of that smile walking away,

waving as if to say

I'll see you all again one day.

 

And life wasn’t ever the same

not once the sun left the sky

and the moonlight glinted on

the rain-soaked road ahead.