i gave you my heart, my guarded soul, scarred by

the remnants of discarded friendships and broken trusts –

the glass sphere that you held in your calloused, gentle hands,

more precious than the golden tomes of Alexandria, than life itself

i wonder if you knew what you had in your possession,

guardian of what few, if any henceforth

will ever come to know- the glass that was shattered in a single instant,

crushed by the fire that burned in your eyes at the one other

who knew the intimate workings of my mind

to you i say, congratulations, i now know the pressing darkness

and bittersweet wine that is true heartbreak and i have

felt the twisting, white-hot dagger and know that not even the hottest

fire can repair the glass at my feet