As I step upon shards of glass, I recall your pain,
and I fearfully step backward.
The beautiful breaks almost fit together like puzzle pieces that ache for unity.
That's how it was with us.
I awake sweat-drenched in bed with a jolt,
feeling your pain yet again.
The broken glass is gone,
yet it still lurks like a thief somewhere in my mind.
I will gather up the pieces tomorrow.
I promise, my love.
I will not disappoint you again.
These shadows on the walls will not stop me.
Nothing will stop me this time.
You are lost among those distorted black shapes.
My tired eyes cannot see you,
but the fortress that I call my soul does.
It will lock out the abandonment from the smeared past.
It will wipe everything clean.
It will dry every tear.
It sees you vividly,
shining like the glass from my nightmarish dream,
from my dreamy nightmare.
I will reach out and grab hold of you,
even though you may not feel my touch.
I will save you this time.
I will pull you out of the quicksand.
I will make it all up to you.
Please forgive me.