“Like a shattered vase
that contained so much life
just moments before
our love, broke like glass
what once meant so much,
that you so treasured
is now just trash?

before that unfixable instant
Did it not exist?
Did it not mean anything?
Was it not real?

Broken and shattered
it still existed
though it’s not yours anymore
and you can’t hold it
see it
touch it
it was yours.

Why?
Why when something
we love so much is gone
can’t we hold onto the memories
be glad it happened
move on, but never forget

Lost love
broken hearts.

That doesn’t undo it
doesn’t make those
memories any less important
yet we try to disown them
trash them
say they meant nothing
act as if it didn’t happen.

In one split second
Everything is shattered
Treasures become trash
“everything" is now meaningless”