A broken glass lay on the floor, It had never occurred to me before, That this image of a vessel shattered, To someone might have truly mattered, It could have held a liquid hope, It could have contained a loving note, It mightβve meant the world to them, Thirsty now, unquenched then, It mustβve fallen from a perfect table, A dismal ending to an abysmal fableβ¦ To put such emphasis on metaphor, Will lead you where you were before, The glass was empty, as always, like us We will break too, meaningless.