There are fragments of time,
Silent slivers screaming
up from destiny’s floor
Leaving gaps in the mirror
Jagged holes in the window.
Each one a choice to make
Should I stoop down to clean
Take a broom, sweep aside,
Stand stock still, move away
Find some way to stop that
Cold cold wind from blowing in
Fill gaps in the image
Restore what might have been
Pick the rock up from the floor
And wonder why me God?
Let the fury take me
And hurl it back again
Not caring where it lands
Or seize the moment given
Look through the gaping hole
And find what lies outside
Step into tomorrow
Leaving what’s past behind
Will love come once again
Or has it never left.