this is the shard I’ll use.
it’s just a small, broken piece of glass,
but I figure it’ll do
just fine.
there’s nothing particularly special about it,
aside from the fact that it broke off a picture frame --
a picture frame that you gave me.

a picture frame holding a photograph
of us together.
I look at it,
and while I remember it well,
it still feels like it was
another lifetime ago.

why is it that when I think of you
during the day,
when I’m straight,
the David Bowie song “Queen *****”
immediately comes to mind?
can it simply be because you became
a tremendous ***** near the end?

no, that’s too easy.

cheap shot.

of course
it wasn’t all bad.
we were good,
you and me.
and when we were good, you know, it was...

we had our moments,
as few and far between
as they may have been.

...and they were fleeting.

no matter how hard we tried
to hold onto them,
they would drift away
and then we'd forget.
that was the hardest part --
the forgetting.
it always was.

it still is.

but when I think of you now,
late at night,
when I’m like this,
you’re still so
******* perfect.
you were always perfect with the lights off.
away from the world.
maybe it was selfish of me to want
to keep you there

away from the world.

uncorrupted.

perfect.

maybe once again,
I’ve just got infatuation
all confused
with love.
maybe that’s all it is --

all it ever was.

can you blame me?
it seems like that’s what
always happens right before a
crush
becomes a
grudge.
and boy, do we really know how to hold onto those.

at least we have something
to hold on to.

yes,
this is the shard I’ll use.
I figure it’ll do
just fine.