By Ali
Date: 2008 Dec 10
Comment on this Work
[[2008.12.10.19.39.29409]]

in pieces

This morning
I remembered you, in pieces;
your memory,
like broken glass:
part of something that was once whole,
now dissembled, dissected, glinting
in the false light, the half-truths,
the maybes,
and all the glue a heart could muster.

I could make you into something else,
in my mind at least, a mosaic,
a fractured fairytale,
a cautionary tale
of to have, and to have not--
it would be brilliant,
although, not very pretty.  
A mess never is,
and I should be careful, really,
while trying to clean all this up,
this heap of trouble
that came with loving you,
this chaos, strewn across my bedroom floor,
with the other the broken things
I have no use for, anymore.