Like a vase of dead flowers
bowing out of existence
once vibrant, where petals and leaves caressed
now wilted, they shrivel and fall.
Love abandons love
our hearts land hard
broken, like a shattered vase
the shards of glass
cutting like razor blades.
We attempt to pick up the pieces
though no glue can mend them
nor resurrect those flowers.
We sweep up the remnants of our lives
until only a tidy sorrow can question
what might have been.