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Oct 2018
I remember the first time
I realized I lost you,
It was the morning I sat
Paralyzed in shock
On the cement back steps
And lost in a fog of confusion
I wondered,
How could something
So beautifully perfect
Break as easy as glass?
I supposed the most
Beautiful things were
Always the most fragile

I remember the second time
I realized I lost you
It was the hot midday
I called you from my car
I heard you paralyze in shock
As I yelled words
That cleared the fog and
I wondered,
How did this glass
Not shatter sooner
For it is the most fragile
Of love I’ve ever known

The third time I lost you
It was a painfully clear night
Those pieces of glass became
Speckles of sparkling dust
Dried and fresh blood
Still staining my hands
I guess it took three times
To wash my hands clean
And to pull the last shreds
Of our love from my skin

Nattalie Saso Sanchez
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Nattalie Saso Sanchez  18/F
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