A Shattered Stained-Glass Window

I wish I could break all the mirrors in my mind that keep reflecting you. Memories haunt me. Sometimes I forget for an hour or two, then someone says something or I see a place that reminds me. Then I am heartbroken all over again wishing you’d come back to me. L.A.

He was like a shattered stained-glass window:
something beautiful that’s broken;
a million colors fallen on the ground
where no light can get through.
Glenda Millard

Time Heals...

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