When you left you kicked in a little crack which slowly spread out Like a car window shield in an accident set in slow motion and soon the whole glass was webbed and white
then it started to fall in first a tiny shard, a splinter of doubt
now its all falling in pelting the driver with sharp glass as he throws his arms up to protect his face
A few pieces of the window shield will remain at the edges but it can no longer fulfill it's purpose.
That little crack destroyed it all.
Sometimes i feel like the driver, sometimes like one of the little pieces remaining