shattered

You stand before me
eye to eye
and I look away
to clear my blurry vision.
When I turn back
you are gone.

I hear a crash
and bits of shattered
glass fall all around me.
I stop to pick up a piece
and a smear of blood
forms on my hand.

Meticulously I stack
the broken pieces
one on top of another
as a ray of morning sun
illuminates the pile
scattering prisms everywhere.

~*~ Jennilee LC ~*~ (2/4/11)