©PmcCoywrites 2019

One year old Vase
Thrown and smashed.
The sweet was swift.
The times swift and sweet
All to pieces and nonsense.
What I remember,
Is I was more of a fixer,
Than I'd be a lover.
Long should this end come.
As the sweet was swift.
I knew this is what is coming.
For this, a part of me prayed daily.