precious vase
as old as you on your death bed
smashed to shards
for a lifetime
it was
precious vase
stands in final resting place
size and patterns and shape revealed in all their glory
at the moment you cease
to comprehend
life of shards
fragments you
can only hold so many at once in hand
not sure how to combine
each day
life of shards
caught in glimpses in between
each time you look to memories
not quite the same
now back then
fragments past
take on new light as you find them
sometimes too sharp but you
don’t let go
on purpose
fragments fast
forgotten in the blink of an eye
who are were could you be if not your self
selves split solve salvation
tears apart
glimpses between
searching you wish for one whole image
never seen
and will always change
glimpses between
are more than enough if the mirror is clean
but none of ours are
and you’ll always try
but never know
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