Crimson Glass

Crimson Glass

Shattered like broken shards of crimson glass.

A hollow shell of who she was.

Blindly following a distant voice.

Always leading her back to the place she left behind.

Slowly she drops to kneel upon the floor.

She starts to gather up the shards of crimson glass.

Where all her memories are stored.

Ah here is where they fell in love as a smile hovers on her lips.

Here is where he said goodbye as a tear breaks free from her brown green eye.

Gently she cradles the birth of her son.

Laughs with her friends and remembers first kisses.

One by one, memory by memory she puts the shards of crimson glass back together.

Standing up, she looks with loving and forgiving eyes at her memory keeper in her hands.

Some are beautiful, some are almost to painful to bear, but all are cherished.

She places the crimson glass around her neck and it nestles between her breasts.

Her memory keeper is back where it belongs.