Shards of Glass

Your memories were stuck to me

Like shards of glass

It pained when I pulled each one out

It bled as I closed my eyes

And they were moist

For all I know

I would love to sleep every night

Of my life

With those shards still pierced

But you are not dead

You belong to someone else

These memories will infect me

With septicaemia

I have now started to love

The shooting pain

And last night out on the road

I missed you from the bottom of my heart

But it didn’t make me sad anymore

I just stared into nothingness

This one shard of glass still remains

As a souvenir of a love story

That failed me

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