Broken Glass

Life was the abyss.
All I did was drift.
All they said were mumbles of pain.
Abyss was the life.
He lingers by the door frame near last nights fun.
His eyes show the pain of the glass and it reflects on everything that was good.
She lingers by the window near last nights pain.
Her eyes filled with tears that shine in the moonlight.
As he steps towards the window to stop her.
When she looks back all she sees is him.
As he reaches his hand for her she jumps out the window.
Falling threw air, Falling threw the broken glass.
Leaving what life she had left.
He looks down from the window all he sees was her the one that was his and he was hers. Many years go by many winters pass. He sits there in door frame looking at the window where last nights fun...never was. He shuffles his feet in the broken glass and thrusts into his head. Life was a heartache, and she had to take the easy way out.