My life is a shattered glass.
It once was whole, but
sitting on the edge.
Pushing the glass closer to the edge
when he left the table.
I'm closer to shattering
as the table we all sit on
cracks from the loss
Tilting slowly, I begin to slide;
holding myself up with the music.
As more glasses leave my table
it cracks more. I can feel it
as I slip. No one is there to help me;
no one to catch me as I begin to go.
When they finally notice it's too late.
I'm already gone, shattered as I hit the ground.
