Flowers for Me

Lost Blood

The frozen glass shatters.

I turn my head.

Just in time for a piece to slice across my cheek.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I look down.

Three drops of blood on the maple oakwood floor.

And then I realize,

I've physically lost a part of me.

I will never get those three drops of blood back.

They're gone.

And I realize,

This isn't the first time it's happened.

I've lost more than these three drops of blood.

So much has happened in a year, a life

This life.

I haven't realized what I've lost,

Until I bend down and wipe away the remains of the blood.

It's gone