MOMENT

That last sitting and that meeting,
Where we had a recollecting;

Where we treaded in the past
and captured that moment in glass.
Reflected in the reflection
of the days of perfection!

Glorious were those fragile moments
though they were relived in glass!

Too soon the glass cracked
unable to keep track,
and shattered into a million pieces
like debris of houses after bombshell.

My stained hands bled profusely
carpeted the wet floor with crimson blood
while trying to retrieve the slip- slided moment
and fragments of glass!