• I knew she didn't want it to shatter,
    but it did not matter.
    I stood there without happiness,
    in a enormous void of sadness.
    As I started to pick up the pieces and bits
    my sadness was starting to reach its limits.
    Every time I touched a small shard,
    I felt a small cut making picking them up hard.
    I looked at my hands seeing all the cuts and marks,
    I tried not to laugh while, holding in crazy remarks.
    "Why am I doing this?"
    "I should be in a sad abyss."
    But I continued to my tedious work
    to the point where I almost went berserk.
    All I saw was tiny pieces of this memory of glass
    but soon I saw a piece I could not pass.
    The piece was not a large shard,
    but was bigger than a playing card.
    I knew this was the only one
    the only shard that reminded me of the fun.
    The fun I had with her,
    and soon that happiness started to enter
    my heart once more, driving out the pain
    that was turning me undoubtedly insane.
    I had put it in a nice, small frame
    and in doing so it had made me tame.
    "Is this going to be the only one?" I had to ask
    as I looked at the dust collecting mask.
    As I was about to wear it,
    I noticed the mask did not fit.
    I laughed and smiled
    as if I had gone wild.
    I looked at my old disguise
    I threw it away at the skies.
    I then picked up a card in an envelope
    I smiled as I looked at the card with an almost forgotten hope.
    I placed it in the small frame with the shard as I walked away,
    "I will show you that card when I have the courage to" is all I had to say.