Wine glass you drank from,

bolstered a warm contentment-

fire in the belly,

you thought was happiness.

‘Til it shattered to your floor;

now fingertips frantically

try to piece together shards,

when one with a stable, sure heart

offers you a new drinking vessel.

You can’t see it, ’cause you won’t look up.

 

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