”Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I’m only falling apart.”
Your touch turned me to glass
fragile and breakable
rippled like a flaw
bubbled and shatterable.
And you would slowly keep knocking
harder each time
after the first soft smooth run of the palm
and a wash with the water of the eyes.
Then the last knock was a hit
- hard and rough but a sure shot.
Like a gun-shot well aimed
at the heart of a glass figurine,
that never bled but the cracks
shattered into a million shards,
scattered and spread everywhere.
The bang of the hammer still resonates the air.