A Thousand Shards

I had loved at one time once before But that time was so very long ago It has now become just a dream to me Once there was love, now I do not know. There was once a life we had together It was etched upon a piece of stained glass One day though while I was admiring it It was tossed to the ground and it was smashed. A thousand shards of broken glass A puzzle the etched glass it then became Memories and hopes and dreams now were broken Now every piece is lost without a name. So I searched for all of the broken pieces That were scattered upon the ground I picked up each shard as I tried to remember But they were lost and not every piece could be found. So I left behind the drops of my own blood Each broken shard had cut me quick and deep As I searched the ground for lost memories and dreams Without them; how could I sleep. I found all the pieces so I gathered them up I hoped to place them back together again, someday But I got tired of the wait and all of the work Now she was gone, and not one word did she say. Alone I tried to paste the shards all back together But now I forgot where the pieces belonged So I grabbed what was left and I placed them in a bag Hoping that someone could repair what was wronged. In my bag the shards are still there to this day I haven’t given up trying to piece them back together again Once in awhile though I will pull one memory out of my bag As I try to remember a what, or who, or even a when. Shimmers of memories that once were held An etched stained glass that once was hanging from a wall Memories of life and love forever and together But then the etched stained glass it was allowed to fall. A thousand shards I had gathered and protected Finally I grabbed the largest one, then I slit my wrist It contained the dreams and thoughts of us together Without memories or dreams; why should I exist. Randy L. McClave