You Must Have Fallen (28 June 2007)

to c.

because you're cracked.
The shattered pieces
catch the light and blind me.
And you look so pitiful there, lying
in your own glittering mess
like a child whose costume
box has exploded.
I long to pick you up: not
to be your friend
but to fix you. I reach down,
trusting and ungloved,
but the shards are sharp.
My blood is everywhere;
I don't have much left.
I am told that was your plan
all along, but it can't be so.
I refuse to believe it.
No one is that cruel.