Look down— broken
Glass reflects an image in pieces,
Jagged blue edges
Perpendicular
To obsidian gravel thick with
Tar.
Put them together,
They will never fit
Not completely, some pieces
Disintegrated
Into time, where memories are
Made.
Not for you, nor me,
Anyone can see
Through the shards
Strewn
Like no one cared, under the wheels
Of a car
Going, going…
Nowhere.