when I found you out
for the fake you are
something shattered...
My image of you
when it fell
off the highest shelf
in my head.
Never thought to reach out
for a cup half empty.

Looking down
I see you a thousand times.
I see you a thousand ways.
I see your thousand crimes
in pieces of glass,
floating in their contents.
For the very first time,
superglue won't do.