The Break

The pieces fell-
More than before.
Everything but the frame-
Fell to the floor.
The glue was gone-
And chances were spent.
No opportunity-
To ignore what this meant.
So the pieces they lay-
On the blue bedroom floor.
The only sound left to make-
Was closing the door.
Love still felt-
While everything else was gone.
So much time wasted-
On something so wrong.

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