A shelf of broken bottles
Once a collection of happy memories
Now collecting dust, the happiness long since spilled
I pick up the pieces each time
Another bottle fallen and shattered
The collection, once sweet
Replaced by a bitter reminder

New bottles come in from time to time
Allowing a new shelf to be filled full
Though not as sweet as the vintage
But, as I try to enjoy them, my grip slips
Another broken bottle, another pile of glass
Until I have another shelf of broken glass