Conversation with one.
Dusty brass frame in my scarred hands.
Life at a still,
In that one moment of happiness.
Blissful, uninterrupted happiness.
Where did it go wrong?
How can life be so cruel?
Give you one true love only to take it away.
In the instant,
Of screeching tires, twisted steal, and broken glass.
My perfect hands digging through the wreckage.
It was taken away.
I held your hand in my bleeding ones.
As you faintly whispered, "I love you".
And slipped away.
That memory is etched in my mind.
Pierces my heart,
Every time it is conjured.
Slowly I'm grappling back.
To the happy memory behind the plastic glass.
Of the dusty brass frame.