Empty Vase

Shattered glass on the floor,
Here lies the vase that you broke,
You tried sweeping it under the rug,
But I stepped on the fragments you don’t
Know how much it hurts,
My feet are bleeding from the sole,
The sharper the fragments,
The deeper the holes,
But why do we pick up the pieces,
Try to fix a simple ornament,
Couldn’t have been that precious
For your hands to easily send
It crashing to the ground,
But no matter what we try,
The lines of the cracks we made
Won’t allow us to deny
What this was,
An empty vase, the floor is dry.

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