Poetry / Shattered

Can love die so quickly,
Like a radio clicked to off?
It falls into tiny
pieces of glass.
It’s change that makes our
love difficult.
It’s you not satisfied with
life,
it’s me not satisfied with
you.
How many times can we glue
this shattered chaos,
before it becomes too small
to look for it
with a magnifying glass?

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