Broken glass falls from above,
Climaxing the weekly fight,
Husband and wife; feuding again,
No romance to be had tonight.
Without even knowing the reason,
The two go round and round,
Screaming, yelling, throwing pictures,
As the glass falls to the ground.
Trying to make it work,
Not wanting to realize their worst fears,
He speaks the words of separation,
Standing in a pile of tiny glass tears.
When you have given everything you have,
But more effort is required,
Knowing this cannot survive any longer,
Tired of always being tired.
The broken glass that surrounds the room,
Is a symbol of our marriage,
Us without love; you without me,
Is a white horse without a carriage.
What was is gone and is no more
We must part our separate ways,
I will always love your soft spoken voice,
That still sets my heart ablaze.
As you move on to find another,
I will remain unchanged,
Like the shattered glass on the bedroom floor,
My heart is now deranged.
You were my reason for living,
Even if I was your worst mistake,
I lay on my bed of broken glass,
Never to awake.
J R Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiny-glass-tears/
