You spoke and it was like every thing
was made from glass.

and your frequency was far to chaotic for my universe

sharp chunks of everything I had worked so hard to believe
embedded in my skin
as the whole of my existance shattered before you
into a thousand tiny pieces all landing in front of you
perfectly aligned
to spell out
life well lived.

who are  you
some mystical being
God,
or who I was meant to become.
How could you
I mean me,
How could I be so far away
as to not notice it was only my reflection
and I shattered it myself.