Friday, July 23, 2010


Her finger traces the curve of the vase
A smooth glass neck
That once housed hope
When he would return
Daisies and stems
Promises and apologies
Love and darkness
Beauty and blood
Today he did not return
With flowers
To mend her anger and hurt
Today the vase of apologies
Became a weapon
Hurled across the room
Shattered into pieces
That can never be repaired
Just like their life.

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