the hours tick on

the battle fades

the dust settles

is it really true

is all that's left

just broken glass

shards of once was

pieces of our hearts

torn in a moment of misspoken words

and heated emotions

is that all we can ever be

past tense

were all those months

of pouring out our hearts

our souls

was it all to end like this

I miss the old us

before it broke

I miss my friend

I miss what we were

is there a way back

a rewind

a delete

or am I forever left with broken glass