we hold our eyes out to
the shards and pieces of
glass and its mechanism -
how it mirrors and reflects
all the good things we know,
all that of which we have
been blessed with,
the prism touching one
lonely white, awaiting
a quiet demolition of the
pain that rooted itself
from our tears, i only hold
our gazes for you now,
my lifetime, following your path.
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